Ink blots on wooden cloth,
symbols of our time
Beliefs, memories, dreams
woven in, out
then back again

What's this you're trying to hide?
A stain in time
A crime to rhyme
Detach and drift
Up from sticky parchment
and greasy palms

Stacking words like a game
Rearrange, complain
sing about the rain and
how hard it came,
filling up your drain

Or simple placement, even
Dash here, there, into
steaming cups of coffee
with swords for pens
Just a lens, just a lens

Let the smoke linger
through sweating fingers
and silenced breath
to be shown, known
Pretend you're not alone.