Sheets on a Plane

We are sheets on an endless plane
Nothing but our own fabric to restrain
Change is a breeze unevenly released
Love is an ephemeral fold that,
Even when wind pulled flat,
Forever feels creased
Time blows its shape into the sheet
And only forced flatness is exposed
But memories of folds unceased
Foment a crippling repose

That's awful.
Yeah, wind is time and change? Way too broad... and "foment"? I mean-
No I mean the thought of that.
Well maybe, but we can't just use words to run away from-
Lets try again
Sure

We are sheets
Wrinkled by relentless agony and heartbreak
Against which we fight
Pulling taut with sharp angles
We sprout kites
Gliding til our strings tangle
And we may as well talk
Until the tangle is tamed
And the wind we named
With our words and made
With our breath
moves us apart
And we sprout more kites
To carry more pain

I don't like that either
Yeah, we're really embracing cleverness and straying away from the insp-
Can't the pain be more... heroic yet tragically flawed?

We are all sheets
Habitude forms staples against
The winds of change
That temper a love laboriously forged
Like refined steel
Staples are also made of steel
On both we are engorged

Good, but not quite.
ok

Love is a sheet
That we staple to our bodies
And we're flying kites
And there's a storm at sea
Dredging up sand and shellfish

Almost there! I think if you hide the pain, but in plain sight

Like a scallop in the wind
Drizzled with staples
And sheets tempura
Love is temperature
And wind
So cook this scallop
Cook it good

Yes! We nailed it, that's exactly how I feel right now: like a scallop in the wind! Thanks for the help. Hey, where'd ya go?