Stained Glass

Just a picture frame

Is all I can imagine

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However small or gross

The pattern, the complexity

What reality exists

That helps design the scheme

Is it really patterned art

Or speaking to a moment?

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When I glance at a piece of fabric

I can imagine there are designs

Addressed in the early concept

Of the sewn artistry

And remains is a visual

Definition of a time

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Yet, falling back into the glass

Shattered remnants tossed together

Become the stained artifacts

That brought in piecework

Help organize time’s clarity

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While an interpretation

Helps define a suggested

Path I wonder how easily

A cloth might grace

The texture

And leave no mark

Beside a previous notion

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Stained glass