Poetry

In Appreciation of Stasis

There is some charm
To the quaint talisman
Suspended by yarn
That enchants both eyes;

As it hangs above the divide
Suspended by infinite sky
Me on one side, on the other, I
In this endless expanse of time;

And from it we look down
And our eyes align
The yarn snaps, the talisman falls
And death meets me, but I survive.

4.V.23

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