Weaving Spirits

Maybe you want to know what has been known. That there is a path spiraling to ease. I look back. What seems mad was order in practice.

A coming together. During the climb, slips fall into scraps that bump. Thankfully when we decide dust is put aside. We are what will be.

A love sewn with lines to unpick and restring. Spin and hug the possibilities because the rhyme is the rhythm worth singing.

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