Derek Kuborn Biography

Collectively we're all made of yarn
Weaving through laughter and sorrow with an open hand.
I can't help but to unravel around you, lose form, turn into utterly nothing. Perhaps some day a woman in her years
Will construct me into an afghan or some sort of comfort for others.
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My hands are made of stone
But to adore a tower so high.
I need my palms to be made of light.
I need my limbs to be made of gold
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Times like these are troubled.
With viruses in our hands
and lack of amnesty in our hearts,
We burden those who loves us.
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I can remember places where we would vanish around everyone.
Become completely invisible to others if you will.
And I'd feel utterly invincible in your presence.
I was lost in joyous celebration.
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My hands are mere measurements of my disdain for the human existence.
And everything that one day hopes to be complete.
And I'm succumbing to theories found in labrynth's of minds
Hoping to accomplish a history for my name.
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