You mend your glasses
with acetone and cotton swabs
meticulous you can fix this
the tangible approaching fulfillment
almost inspired
almost satisfied

Oh the multitude of moments when
sense does not matter
though you wish it did
seesawed with moments when
sense surpasses
sweetness and its underpinnings
you wish had space to wander

Focus un-focus
turn twist

Carry on
pretty playground
obstacles unseen

possibility exists