The discomfort is a signal that it's happening
In the dentist's chair, to not come back
In the difficult scrape, to keep a bandage handy
In the sentences, to understand
Across the space between people
Transpires the intricate combination
Leading to short intervals
And full heads
Conscripting hands to sew designs
By the pattern prescribed for the situation
Alternatively, make it up as you go
But a little attention
And your patterns will become part of the combination
Even if you hide, far away from everything
Architectural diagrams, sculpted from clay
Hoisted by winches
Far above the city
Stacking themselves atop one another
Even as every dropped component
Falls beside every other
Eventually there is enough
To connect