Designed Purpose

Design purpose equals
Designated reason
For me that is treason
To artisanal being

A box plot diagram
Like journey to within
Reveals sardines in a tin
Caught thought set in mind

Do you hear the chime?

Follow that swarm into a net
To purposeless regret

Like drinking chicory
Believing it was coffee all along
In an artisanal context I belong.

Do you hear the chime changing?

Of course you are ageing
Time limits your resource
also enlightens your will force

So I force myself to ask
for the why behind the what.
Treat the wounded truce
for a god with a heart.

That for me is art.

A truthful discovery
An unapologetic recovery.