I am curled around,
Spun into myself
Engaged in unmaking
Of being unmade
I unfurl my hands
Against the universe
As if to halt the slipping sands
Or turn back the whole
Upon my axis
Only to be bitten by the gears
And curled against
The solid stuff
Which will hold no ears for argument
Monday, March 02, 2020
After a busy day when confronting admin
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