Slowly the day unfolding in
concentric, many-dimensional
lines turning upon themselves
spiralling into nuanced shades
of meaning
My soul turning inside out
running about talking, filling
in forms, till I try to find myself
in quiet contemplation, my
frayed spirit
Needs to re-orientate itself
electro-magnetic vibrations
must recover the space that
used to be mine before we
went off on holiday…
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