strung out.
On a theme
Where we dream
Laugh
or scream
Length, wise
perpendicular
Stretched between pegs
Models the particular
Shapes of my sense
wired and weird
one off in this kind
Being as though appeared
Small on the scale
From far far away
Remains , the view
When we reach the day
becoming all encompassing
How big was that small?
Measured in maybe's
It only may come to call
IF
I laid the path
Circumventing
The wrath...
Of my own phantoms.
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