213 to interweave, interwoven

So sure, how can you be so sure but to interweave?
Here is the fabric.  Don’t overuse it.  I put my heart
About it when I was into it. I wove it. 
Someday I might not conquer and divide, I might
Understand what makes me prouder, I’ll know
Real soon where I will have been; maybe I’ll know what I’m not missing out on.

Like this subtle day of the calendar,
Interweaving Julian with some other world beginning.
So this is not the last month in every land?
Here take this weaving but not this Oriental carpet, these other belongings?
They are rags to me anyway.  The new dreadful
Story may not actually be about blood suckers; I thought
Our youth liked those shows, but no,
Rumor has it that such literature was not to their liking.

Lummox of the self, the clumsy self, let’s not worry about
Eating.  We have food and there are people starving, but
Fat is a thing not all oil, though it could be.  We love you whales,
All the blubber of the Arctic waters.  In some land of snow
The ducks are on the pond, the swans meet with seagulls.
Elements are meeting the first frost with the second.
Life will progress, I shall feel the fluff of such stuff, like all familiar phrases, like all else

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I think you have found just the right level of abstraction with this one …. you have dropped it down just a notch to let in emotion and the personal to great effect. There is also a nice connect between each abstraction … Brava.