Smudged the eraser crumbs into pieces of artworks,
Molded roses and coiled snacks,
Miniatures of giraffes, palm trees and irises.
An exquisite gallery it was –
Every piece touched by fingerprints,
And the occasional stray of hair –
Shaped from countless nights, countless encounters
And countless pencils.

 

Mushed the words and alphabet into layers of letter,
Twisted language and contoured meaning,
An exquisite patchwork it was –
Every piece spun from engine and data.
Created to squander the nights, tarnished the encounters,
And deceive the pencils.