the dreams I weaved as a child
have come unraveled
ravaged by lost souls
with misconceptions about love
after the massacre,
I take the time
to re-weave what has been shredded
composing a new weave
with a similar pattern
the colors fade with time
but the pattern is coaxed to
new creativity and the ability
to move with its surrounds
becoming stronger and more confident
in this newly weaved pattern
FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE FORUM
19 years ago
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