I fall
unencumbered by the force
that has ruled my life
since the start of clockless time.
Their windswept faces
Their cracked profiles
Stand and wait
With bored certainty.
A delirium contracts around
the speckled white blue
as a bony hand holds up the yarn
ready for snipping.
Saved from certainty
Deprived of life
I fall,
I fall,
I fall.
But do I die?
Love and prayers your way always, Kate sweetheart.
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Beautiful…I can feel myself be carried away by the dulcet tones…
Hope you are well ❤
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💜 💜 💜
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Wow! ❤
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