Cloth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
we think the human condition is some unique thing but every living thing wants to keep living as good as possible. even me.

Submitted: May 28, 2013

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The sensation sometimes seems as though we are wasting away
Those of us inside are bathed in every tide on every day
They out there that have not forgotten us feel the surge too
Waters rise and fall and emotions cover us all like seawater
 
Feeling these things it wears the fabric thin
The wear is not that different from everyday life
Seeing the fabric as we do the difference is it is in your hand
You always hold it and feel it   this awareness of degradation
 
Remaining is just the basic structure and this can be measured
Evaluate what is left, then you see the truth of what was there
It is still there even if in a changed form
Human conditions, so many fabrics, how nice it is to know this one lasts
No food for some, bullets fly at others, separation seems less bad
Trauma contained in the tides that rise and I think of my family
They suffer with me but the suffering is a defined moment and needs not be
Repair and growth are what happens now; the beauty is there a vision
 
Sew me up and maybe add a patch because this fabric will always endure
Tearing can happen and wear is eternal
The form is still there
Always


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