at least we can mend

at least we can mend,
while the day is found short;

finding leverage
in the sands of the past.

forget what you think you might know,
and breath a wind

left by a strength
that surrounds you,

in theory.

forget assumptions of comedy

left
by dreams in the dark,

and build castles with concepts,
written with tears,

and we'll forget the rug burns together.