Humming threads of the incomplete

Flailing in a drawer

Desperate, apathetic

Tiny fish gasping for air

Each different

Each the same

A chorus of purpose, all together, one drawer full of everything

An eternal dance of unfinished

—

Closed loops are still

They move along

They sit quietly, they turn to loam, they decay, they grow flowers

Or onions

Or slippery goo

Open loops twitch and get forgotten, periodically yelp in discomfort

They scream for attention

Then go back to sleep

Together a din of reliable chaos

A ready pantry of distraction, dopamine, protection from the shame

The shame, grief, and humility that sit in the quiet

And wait to be seen

—

You aren’t attached to me

You didn’t chose me

You keep me as your open loop

In your drawer of open loops

Whimpering, demanding, crying, inviting, dancing in discomfort

—

Chaotic, colorful, din of incomplete

Coherence between inside and outside

Safe from finality

From stories that end and can’t be changed

From the perpetual tragedy of being human

From being beautiful

Not knowing

Being flawed

Never landing

Churning

Dancing

Stirring

Your drawer of open loops