Tapestry
WHEN THINGS ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN
TINY PIECES SWEPT UNDER THE RUG
WE BECOME
WHO WE WERE MEANT TO BE
OUR WHOLENESS
OUR REALITY
WE LEARN TO BLEED
WE FINALLY LEARN
TO SPIN THE SHARDS
INTO THREADS
THAT WE WEAVE
INTO A NEW TAPASTERY (c)MJR 2008
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