S P Inning
Holding
The pieces of
Fragmentation
In my hands
Listening
To the pulse
Of your being
Rigid
Stance
Flexing
My fingertips
Controlling
The anger
That threatens
To kill me
Beautiful land
Full
Enough
Just enough
Of enough
Full coloured
Patturns
Spinning
Life
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