wash-rinse-spin
i pivot between
the unknown, and i know not what
life has left me dangling
from my mind
uncertainty mocks
my every foothold
reality teases me
then shrugs off its own beliefs
I am disillusioned by wisdom,
made foolish by every thought
I cling to a arabesque
masquerading as a mystic dance
yet
let me spin on
for somewhere ahead
i hope
a stop sign
will slow this dream down
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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