poles of doubt hold the
deck of life balanced
and parallel to time as
it weathers the storms
and withstands the weight
of the universe on its decking;
we are as strings on its surface,
moving to random spots as
frequently as our blinking eyes,
and we are bedazzled by those
we meet in this lonely process
while sharing similar fate;
filaments of energy we are
while bodies of magic too
and human beings to all, but
life's deck has its limitations
and we are forced to live on
our own to prove we exist.
21Apr17
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