Narrativelessness

When the rising action 
washes away 
well before the end 
of all things
what reason could bear
the snapshot whose unbalanced sheets
begin, middle, terminate;

it's just not how it goes
not what experience shows
stories are fine as such
but bind too much
to these inflections
and disinclination
to disintegrate;

positive connotation 
ought to fade to 
connotative dissonance
and disappearance;

Checkhov's guns
are rust in the fields
iron in the air
and burned in the fire.