We’ll buy exactly what we want from choices we are told to choose, for now’s the time to celebrate — the season for the time to take Our love is measured out in flash; we know exactly what is more — We’ll get it, that is sure, for there’s no time for loss; We’re on the up and up We’re side by side with all our friends and family that we endure; we do our best with what we have, but always wish for more Our tapestry of love extends as far as we can see, bedazzled as we are (which isn’t very far) across the sparkling quantity of all that we can get In brave inebriation we look out to compare our checkered warmth with all the rest where some is more and other less until the moments when the world becomes a tapestry as multicolored as a cloak a plain of fleeting harmony Yet time wheels on undaunted, a bleak horizon rolling close — we’d gladly cling to what we have, if only it was more, if only brothers were more true or, better yet, just disappear The gray cloud rolling and the strife, the panic that we’ll lose all that we have that’s not enough and dreams of wealth we cannot name The tapestry transformed — cacophony of sight and sound before the groaning wheel of time; a panicked throng of desperate greed with tiny candles here and there — The tapestry is full of holes — the places where the greatest pain had burned through all we’d tried to build, sad triumphs of our choices Each hole a portal past the cloth into the glowing light of peace abyss of love and perfect bliss where there are no more choices nothing left to buy
Martin Ahrens 