Victims reach
for this illusion.
Vigilantes
call them matiers.

Out of woodwork,
the carpenter’s flaws.
They cling tighter.
Praise wabi sabi.
The termite is
celebrated.

I watch them spin.
Unlike a fly on the wall.
A sight so innocuous
to my human brain,
like fish in a bowl.

Demands for more
instruction.
This chaos – It is
beautiful.

Empathy.
I tip in some more.