Tramlines
This is no gritted surface here
But a pane of sheet glass and ice
The trajectory from cradle to grave
A circuit, spiralling round
Turning, revolving
A tricky journey to take
How to navigate this then
avoiding the wormholes
Those defects will sink you.
Without any map,
a strategy paramount then
to run this gauntlet
Playing it safe
Moving inch by...
Sunday 2nd March 2025 10:55 am
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