Saturday, 15 November 2014

Fibre optics

There are threads that run up through the centre of the earth
Through magma, lava and craters
That wind their way underground and find their way
To us
These threads are slippery
Slinky and dexterous
Instinctive in ways of wending
They traverse ranges and aquifers
Bedrock and boulders
Shields and plains
Through corns and calluses
Arteries and veins
Muscle and tendon
Cynicism and sinew
Retinas and plasma
The threads wend and wind
Up somewhere
Knotted
Bound
Wound
My thread is gently tugging
Pulling me into dreams


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