I sit on my corner of a broken down couch
and ponder the state of the world.
Beauty and bitterness
Love and hate
coexist together as swirled
strands of a common theme
of humankind and human-unkind.
Yet somehow continuing
the timeless pursuit of meaning.
The world, the couch, and I share a fate
of maintained utility amid brokenness.
Hopefully good for something.