Seamster Poem by Randy Jack

Seamster seen stretched over a seamless sew of sensibility
Pick stitching pointless paragraphs;
Don't sully the smooth skin with sutures, you say
There are no more layers to this life.
Liar.

When you said the air was dead in here I about flatlined and pulled my thread out of this loop
Because before you put your brissles to brisk and fling gray at my color wheel
Notice this.
I have sewn together little bits of happiness, flown them as kite
And when the wind worries my winding hands I stay the course
Float brave
Battle behemoths who would tell me that there's only one road we all take
I will fight till my very last burst of CO2 those who zombify the very zest that keeps my chest
Blessed with 80 something bpm, dancing to dismal and seeing
BEAUTIFUL
Written across the grimace of everyone who treats fear like a finger food
And embarrassment like a dipping sauce
Going everywhere but inside
Brother, I'm looking for the heaven in heaven
I'm looking for the cracks in the cavalcade
To walk the wrong way and find my words
Echoing back
and forth
and back again like a needle gun
Super gluing genius to good complexion and promising poetry
Shameless
I throw sign language up for the blind
Speak sonnets to the deaf
Draw dialogue for the dumb
And will ask any quadraplegic to be my dance partner
Because that
Is the definition of hope
Limits are lines we draw in a sky to try and define god
But god doesn't have a metric
Doesn't even have a long message
It's just this:

'Your blood
Your sweat
YOU.
Are every day. You are everything you've ever dreamed of and
Beneath that bondage you call a body is
Everything.
Superbly.
Sincerely,
You'

Seamster seen stretched over a seamless sew of sensibility
Pointillizing a promise one dot at a time;
I will always remember the purpose.
Love.