said the button to the thread
i don't want to be led
not tied & buttoned to a shirt
i don't want this bind this place to lie
unmoving forcibly dead
i am the shape of a wheel, the moon & the sun!
able to roll & tumble & run
i wish to be free from the flannel & form
to be a free button
evermore
said the thread to the button i've no wish to bind
my preference is to be spooled, quiet, inline
no needles no task
i wish to hold fast
to my sweet bobbin paradigm
i've no wish to capture
to sew & enrapture
this task set forth from above
i've no wish to pin you down
to keep you from running around
so flat & bound
i merely wish to be wound
'round my spindle so sound
simple & smooth
evermore
the button rolled free
to seek fields & trees
as the thread wound round its wooden spool
no marriage to flannel
no button sewed, bound & facile
just two things that matter now
better apart than before
button & thread
evermore
