Gold Weld. Treatises.

Shattered to pieces,

Scattered remains.

Permanent creases,

Indelibly stained.

Unlikely friezes.

Canvas? Oil? A stain.

All effort ceases,

Failed paint, spinning drain.

Gold weld. Treatises,

on “The Mended Brain,”

ten-thousand pages,

Kintsugi’s refrain.


© CGT, 2017.

 

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