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COVERED
A million threads now woven
With no single thread ever revealing
What web it intended to weave
Each thread seemed
A pleasured friend upon its arrival
Granting my desires and wishes
And for a time it seemed
That the tapestry woven upon me
Was but a cloth to cover my emptiness
And so I welcomed their work
And for a season took joy
In my covering
But day after day, and way
After misguided way
The threads continually came
And the weight of their work increased
Even as the pleasure they once gave
Faded
And now, I need not tell you more
For my image tells all
But I shall not die to this wretched web
For even as I have torn its cover
From before my eyes
So as to once again see
God willing, I shall ever tear
And forsake all care
Until at last…
I can present myself clean
…Jeff Bresee
