every mission mistaken

every mission mistaken
explanations laying on the floor

of the kitchen in the form of marks

whole ranks of dishes or pans

unwashed turning into fantastic dioramas

in the sink which contains worlds

meanwhile the yard beckons

the sky surges blue bluer BLUE 

birds twirl in the apple tree

drawings on the table paintings

offering some excuse or reason 

worked through all this by doing 

in the imperfect can be found

a certain level of dignity 

even solace as long

as we realize we have it 

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