Button Eyes

The vacuum inside of me
feels like an act of nature
Published work, diplomas
Paychecks, love letters,
big black hole beats
support network wall-paper
Torn off the plaster,
Stretched to spaghetti
Back to existence
As success confetti!
I gather up and tightly clasp
The shreds of my esteem
I acknowledge that the content ‘s
more important than the mien
But the hole keeps feeding fury
to a hurricane breeze
Ripped from my grasp and
Thrown to the Sluice, I
Watch ink weep into
self-worth alluvium
I have to believe that
given a worthy vessel
I'll craft a solution
of words, pulp and mettle
Fill up a brush and
I’ll Re-pen my capital
Restart the cycle
Can’t fight the weather,
But samsara ‘s better than
Nothing forever.