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New Poem: “Something Spins Around”

Something spins around
I still think the Genie must spin.
What is happening now?
Why are we in the shape we’re in?

The Goat sucks at the root.
I walk miles in the snow.
There’s nothing we can do.
I’m kept warm by your eyes glow.

It’s not about me, nor not about me
But until the connections made
I’ll go on spinning endlessly
And take each step day by day.

I make it home escaping the bear;
Limbs frozen heart strings ablaze;
But I’m mauled by the nightgown you wear.
High we dance holding the wire of our great escape.

Sent from my iPhone







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