Cohesion
I pulled one purple thread 
From my sweater
And watched as the mountain design 
Unraveled.
The purple led  to the
yellow thread,
touching the tip
Flattened, collapsed 
And the blue sky fell.
That one thread opened
A hole so wide that the
Green grass dissolved.
I loved that sweater.
Random
The words floated as
Nouns, adjectives
Meaningless 
Without the verb.
Like the clangs and bangs
Of pots and pans
Till the beating a rhythmic drum
And tinkling sound of bells
Pulled noise
Into a cohesive song
The words snapped to attention 
And a story was born.

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