"Unraveled Thread"
I can only hope
that somewhere inside
the fabric of time
exists,
some kind of line of cotton thread,
An entangled twine
this line of thread
that I wish I was able
to pull upon and unravel instead.
Considering my life
are just patches of memories stitched together,
woven tightly
with strands of natural fibers,
I realize
These delicate threads weaving
reminiscent pieces
of time
into tapestries of existence
are only pieces
Sewn together
with elegant
needlework
that hold tightly
each soundless moment of recollection,
To finally form
my eclectic cloth
of thoughts and experiences
that I wish were not so,
I can only hope
there exists
among the fabric of reality
within all
its splendid designs of interwoven threads,
a single line of silk or cotton string
I can reach out and pull upon
to unravel
this horrible dream of mine.
However,
untangling a tapestry of woven moments
is not like pulling a line of cotton thread
but perhaps more like erasing thin lines from ink and pen.
I now realize,
I am only ever able
To reflect
that which my mind can paint.
-Armando Torres
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