Making

ˈmākiNG

this vain artifice

this vain artifice 
holds me ever hostage to 
my better judgment

a building that lies 
exposed to harsh weather needs 
a strong foundation

every masterpiece 
begins with a blank canvas 
and an open mind

my seventeenth draft
reads like i knew what i was
doing all along

the vitality 
of my garden does not end 
with a good harvest

as necessity
spawns invention so constraint
begets creation

every good idea
carries within it the seed
of a better one