Swinging Needles

I know where 

the time goes 

 

it circulates beauty 

and potential  

 

in equal 

measure 

 

desiring 

expression 

 

dissolving 

familiar patterns 

 

questioning 

symmetries 

 

folding 

perspectives 

 

till the subject 

is mated

 

to a certainty it 

couldn’t’ve predicted 

🌷(5)

◄ Poems become songs

Mayor McGuffin ►

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