Think of it: A personal no-rules narrative.
Ones’ private emoting and creative collecting.
Tin to burlap, string to ash, straw in a window frame.
Patinas with burnt rust, bonfire-orange sheet metaled.
Co-existing on immolated wooden slats; seeds, beads, a cross.
Prized now yet once they were the broken things.
Disused paint chipped
Disowned torn apart
Discarded shattered shards.
Paradise for a cultural scavenger the creator as anthropologist.
Think of it: All the pieces of all the stories finished or unfinished.
Persons never knowing a thief lovingly went hunting finding
Masterfully breathing their garbage life into the strikingly unruined.