I walk on debris,
The detritus of expectations.
I gather fragments to make kintsugi dreams,
Toss them in the air, and watch them come crashing down.
They add to the rubble underfoot.
Thus it has always been. Thus it continues.
I laugh with delight.
I walk on debris,
The detritus of expectations.
I gather fragments to make kintsugi dreams,
Toss them in the air, and watch them come crashing down.
They add to the rubble underfoot.
Thus it has always been. Thus it continues.
I laugh with delight.