Patchwork
Jul 14, 2024
Autumn looks like winter on fire, misplaced desire on the run to expire —
But the calmness is dire,
The truth spawned a liar —
Rock-bottom is higher than all the things you could acquire
Don’t you see? It’s your whisper against this roaring choir,
Against that weight of comfort turning smiler into crier,
Artists are forged within the wilting of the wire —
To make reason from chaos,
To carve doorways out of walls.
