in the moment of stillness
inhaling the looming mists of truth
only to die as waves of doubt
lapping at your roots and feeding into the networks
of branches and veins
beckoning another cloud
to nourish your understanding.
in the sporadic movements of fractals
folding in, stretching out, knotting themselves
twirling into a tapestry,
a prison of its own making
only to start the process over
that is where you sit in the centre
and you dare to reach out and touch the strings
tug and twist and weave again
in the hubris of wholeness
you are the spider and the fly
consumed with yourself
thinking 'maybe, just maybe
the web can change by my whim'
maybe, just maybe,
you were never meant to touch the strings
and the web was never spun
in the first place.
About the Creator
Artist | Writer | Lover | Fighter
Born in Sydney, Australia, I write about what inspires me, to inspire others. Poetry, stories, deep introspective works, the lot! MUSE POWERS ACTIVATE!
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