Outside of the mirrors wars
A father sculpts a mother
A vagrant widdles a home
The wealthy man paints lies
The canvas embalms them
He walks only passed his threshold
Sunlight spills silver
His heels click as the hive punches in
The vagrant and his aluminum sled follow
Gathering a used newspaper
He stays up to date
A filthy dog outside the liquor store waits
Time consumes the pieces for sale
Martyr depictions escape the workday
Meaning to rescue each other
They form enclaves
Meeting the mother and child
The art theme at the park today
The cycle of hunger feeds the pyramid
The wealthy man buys oils and brushes
Not all are immune
The vagrant finds peace
The mother uses water
The father a punchcard
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
Outside of the mirrors wars
A father sculpts a mother
A vagrant widdles a home
The wealthy man paints lies
The canvas embalms them
He walks only passed his threshold
Sunlight spills silver
His heels click as the hive punches in
The vagrant and his aluminum sled follow
Gathering a used newspaper
He stays up to date
A filthy dog outside the liquor store waits
Time consumes the pieces for sale
Martyr depictions escape the workday
Meaning to rescue each other
They form enclaves
Meeting the mother and child
The art theme at the park today
The cycle of hunger feeds the pyramid
The wealthy man buys oils and brushes
Not all are immune
The vagrant finds peace
The mother uses water
The father a punchcard
A contrary poem where the point is to paint an unusual circle we might miss day to day without news from our own growth