I Want You To Write A Poem Off-the-cuff Right Here Right Now

From mutilated dreams
I sew together daylight using scrap
What luminescence lives
Reveals the folly of this trap
The needle's cursed to only mend
What can the thread aspire?
Paths of convalescence
Concatenate disaster and desire
The tragedy of trying
Isn't incremental progress
The rub lies in the stigma
Of enduring silent losses

From beyond the Rubicon
I piece together fragments of my heart
What mosaics manifest
Just yield more broken parts
Art does not forge its own tools
It provides what is provided
What then can a person build
From a basis left divided?
Reconstructing ad infinitum
These shards pierce ever-thickened skin
So scarred I barely recognize
What creature sleeps within

Eyes are windows to the soul, they say
But did they ever mention doors?