Dec 2020
Tampering like a kitten string
Like a ball of yarn, I am, unwound
And in sinking now
Into a bath of bygone grace
Of comings, and goings, and beings, and nothings
As of made last night, late decisions by candles, unsound
Here in my weakness, drying, stretching out
My tired mind unveiled to you
Go ahead with enjoyment
My indulgence, go ahead
And have fun with me now
Like a ball of yarn, I am, unwound
And in sinking now
Into a bath of bygone grace
Of comings, and goings, and beings, and nothings
As of made last night, late decisions by candles, unsound
Here in my weakness, drying, stretching out
My tired mind unveiled to you
Go ahead with enjoyment
My indulgence, go ahead
And have fun with me now
As a visual person, I tend to write best when I think less. Letting the words come alive based on just one or two things. Sometimes it's an image, or a feeling, or both. Yes, this one is both.
