purl, seed, rib

How long will it be until all of this becomes meaningless?

Like my existence already feels 

Unraveled knitwear left to needles

Ameliorated 

Desperate days of purl, seed, rib 

Over and over again 

Patterned out in doubt and

In practice overwhelmed 

Creation crude intangible 

Painstaking resentment fuel

Cast off cast out 

Unbearable