Spinning Stories
("Lonesome Day Blues", 2025, original encaustic)
Spinning Stories
Waking or sleeping
Continuously we spin believable stories
Ideal or terrible
Or just simply boring or strange.
Obviously
It’s what our minds habitually do
And we believe them
Even when it’s clear we shouldn’t
Because they are our stories
Spun into a web
To hold our attention, hold us up
And hold something,
A lack at our center and beyond
Our periphery, back.
We spin believable stories,
A spider in a matrix of its own design,
To bring order
To chaos
Because that’s just what minds habitually do.
(4/20/25)
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