Oh how lovely and it's
Gold our broken places are
Gold
And I smile
and I am
Reminded
That in many
Cultures
They make
and
Repair
Entire houses
With straw and mud and
[Crap]
And as my
Broken places
Are Knit and held
And bound together
with
More [Crap]
than
Gold
by
That
I am
Strangely
Comforted