Detached

and just like that
you detach

should the phial
not fit
the potion

would you even care
to see the air
suspended?

my observations
point to a den
of staunch subjection

obscuring with precision
what reflects upon your mind

this begs the question
what of your vocation?

compacting heads
to fit the master’s mould

i must admit
to grave concerns
popping
from the pages turning

but this lost connection
since has seized
distraction earned