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My World is moving

Out of shapes

I’d grown accustomed to

Before my eyes

It shifts in tides

Of flow and ebb

A web of spinning

Threads unformed

Informing gossamer

Of ghostly mists

Of yet to be enlisted

Leads the way

To catch their fro

In grasp of sway

I grip reality

Unfolding

Hold on life

 

© K Barr
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