How things you do might fall way but not disappear. How sense of self might lose clarity but remain as an impression. Of essence. How you might look into and through self like fog wondering if you will lose your way. Wondering if you care. How you might sit and stare and find only a sense of something, knowing that might be enough. How waking seems dream like and you feel thankful for that. How you wish you could find a place in the natural order that didn't seem so chaotic. But then how losing something becomes finding out more about it. How you long for more time. How you wish you could fix it for someone just by simply sewing patches together. And so you do that and it helps simply because you feel calmer. Deep breath.
Patchwork can be like a prayer.
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