Between the fractured minutes you spare,
Dare to mend the "have's" and "have not's"
Shrouded in sequence of doubt,
Attractive to solidarity

Sewn and trussed, composed
A patchwork marionette
Dances a laborious bore;
Yawning freckle of instance

Seen in different colors
Is the combusting stars;
The Leonis and jagged thread,
Hanging dead in the absolute

Fortuned are their frames
And the art, dulled beyond corners
One, alive in sound and vibrance
The other, roamed in the spoiled moor