Dark Of Broken Art

Assemble planets,

contort a universe;

arrange a night sky

mixed and diverse.

Cursed our lands

in bloodied hands

I try to withstand

my life’s demands.

So place me orbit

does my love us

we’ve been steered,

a cursed compass.

Take me away far

place me in a jar

from broken parts

then paint a dark.

The ample hands

healed from hurt

they become scars

that dig into earth.

Arrange it I cannot

stop my twisted art

that has been taken

in pain I take part.