Patch

once I felt I had taken
Everything I knew
Through the eye of a needle
And now that the burden of construction

Lies pointed at me
I pierce my pieces 
Crossing and recrossing
To hold and bind old holes with new openings
And the threads of narrative
Stitch most visibly to me 

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