Pining for nothing more or less than pure
Fabrication, now that I can’t construct
A think, and unlike before, nothing will
Materialize our of thin air under
My hands, and more and more, even more appears
Under others’ hands in China. We know
“Longevity is the antithesis
Of fashion”. We feel the horror of that
Life which causes visible wear. The scab
Of repair, a darn or a patch, will peel
Back to gnashing of teeth, detritus, debris—
We must make all things new every morning.
The Blue Hour is pleased to welcome Elizabeth Derksen with her first publication on our site. This thoughtful poem is a lovely addition.