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between lines
plausible patience petered out
awareness inverted
beyond the setting sun
alongside mirror images
of it's rise
taking talking into trance like states
situated wildly
off centre for viability
beneath a reflection
is nothing
but longing
an untouched ache of a dimension
that is prismatic
and primordial
inescapably unreal
a level that echoes
with heroic endeavour
substance scented as the familiar
to hold you in chains
for the fretful feature strongly
as the soil beneath your feet
tension builds until taut
or snaps
don't tell me
there's a spider
under the table
carry on regardless
just like so many other creatures
trembling hands serve no purpose
tentative minds linger too long
chaos creeps
into the crevices
and spaces
speaking of the art of safe seclusion
unknowing whispers
whirlpool lives away
I too am guilty
of gazing
into the middle distance
placated by promises
that I don't own
paid for with chances
I didn't take
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