Intersection
the spider
leaves its line
a thread
of existence
that it once
was here
too
conscious
or unconscious
this is the way
of all things
the looming light
behind the cloud
was yesterday
a ruffled edge
in the wind
green gems
a shining chandelier
water over rock
and shell
what once was
dust
had shape
and form
and being
the rain falls
and some creatures
wiggle out
or crawl
while others take cover
under mush
rooms
or tall tall
trees
or petals
in a ring
the icebergs
are melting
the trails
are too long
by foot
what a waste
of wealth
10 fingers
10 toes
and this little
piggy stayed
home
where does it all go
the mind wears away
go by feel
when the heart was
whole
and the page was blank
a scribble of color
that first letter
first word
before there was thought
and thinking
and staying between
the lines
just a thread
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