The threads of your life, you have sewn patches on patches
You sew and so,
Your tapestry hung for me to beat
A request for a miracle, a whirl of tailoring required
Yet my habit has been to observe
Not impale my pins upon your colours
You, and the thundering others,
A stampede at times, or a stuttering trick
Ill? But unrelenting
Chapters and chapters and chapters
A decade of tales
Details: unbidden and horrifying
Rarely delighting