What will sew the seams?
Time catches on a breath
And escapes with the clouds of a window
Memory fills endless streams
Whether or not it is begged to flow
Changes cover with new cloth
But leave the old tragically unstained
What will sew the seams?
The question is asked with buttery ease
When the answer is turned away like disease
Turn away, turn away
You who seek to live
What will mend these seams?