If the party is over why am I still finding glitter in my keyboard?

With the moon emerged,
My mind is motionless.
Sitting on this frosty seat,
No further dream of fame.
The forest, the mountain
Follow their ancient ways,
And through the long spring day,
Not even a shadow of a bird.

- Reizan (1411)

A box full of
candy colored plastic letters
spill over
b, c, f, g, in
red, yellow, green,
neon
blue
letters and letters
maybe a hundred or two
chaotic order
I try to place them in
pi
because that is how much I've
loved

squared

i form words
then sentences
and I know I brought this on myself
and I know
she is right
a song won't make
it better
and nothing
not words
not saying what I've already
said
again

again

sleep now
baby

the story
is over