People will never know
that simply by their existence
their pure humanity
brokenness and wholeness
they created the masterpiece
that is me.
An art, a science
that has never been finished
Waiting for the next wave of pure
humanness
brokenness and wholeness
to wash swiftly, violently, gently over it
taking with it experiences and words
in each uneven stuttering stroke
but leaving the smudged fingerprints
of the last artists
the people that dared
risk their lives, their hearts
to touch such a work of
humanness
brokenness and wholeness
that is me.