Broken Crayons Still Color (zoetically speaking)

These broken crayons still color & make masterpieces of
Art —
Clearly, as they pigment the pieced together stained
Glass portrait
Of my heart kept zoetic by the verve
Of the voices
In the street healing the wounds
Of logic & reasoning

With wonders & signs reigning
Over my broken window pane

Breathing bright into this
Abyss of nothingness with love, laughter
& a light
That emits life reflecting off of time
As if
I were a clockwork of spirits soloing in
Sync
With the sunship in ascent beyond the blue horizon.