Choking the Chicken

Below is the last few lines of a poem I've been working on for the past week. There's a ridiculous albatross that I need to get rid of (sometimes I can be a bit too dramatic, even for my tastes). Anyhow, it's about falling in love with an idea:

. . . Pecking sightless us fools humoring fantasia

Here I am, spare one moment more, spy my

Tripping over the sneering paper trail of testimony and exhibits

Palms cupping chin, teeth shattering on tile, throat

Choking on shards of hope and the preposterous

Loving you years prior introduction