what are we really trying
to achieve in a page?
it is like a room with all things
out of place,
towel on the floor, misplaced pen
in the bath tub
a cat inside the cabinet
behaving like
your skeletons,
your glass is on the window
like a crazy dog wanting to get out
from the frame,
what we have are misfits, pieces in chaos,
times interpolated, interlaced fabrics,
seemingly without a design
improprieties,
we have art, we put things in order
make them beautiful again
back to its ordered beginnings
in the midst of these storms
tornadoes that dispel our belief systems
we go back to work, back to art and
system,
we are tying to piece things
threads into a fabric of beauty
of thoughts in grace
of gentle dreams, of peaceful places
these are...and i
am.
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