302.

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Images alone
words alone…
they are threads;
frayed
loose
reaching.

They must be spun.

And when they have been thrown
around and around and around,
their colours weaving together,
then they are
whole
plump
connected.

And I could no sooner say
which thread came
first
than I could unravel them
from the very middle.

The beauty,
the tension,
the resolution –
it’s all there in the spinning.

302.

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