februarius

each one told a story
canvas or parchment one need not separate
the portait is all that remains
the portrait i consecrate

each one i left unfinished
"this i shall complete someday"
each day a new one i would perpetrate
all yesters blemished

today i sit
herewith i state
nothing merits completion
the portrait cannot abate

deficient, these words
curtailed, this image
allay the pain of fulfillment
so i tear apart the ones i finished
to bask in the irony of each fragment