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Nov 8
cobalt blue, lime green and
lemon yellow warp
stretches on a loom

the shuttle dances
back and forth
weaving my crimson weft
into the pattern of the universe

my pilgrimage zigzags
beneath the comb
as time winds the warp
which begins and ends
beyond my scarlet thread
The comb here is the heddle is a looped wire or cord with an eye in the centre through which a warp yarn is passed in a loom before going through the reed to control its movement and divide the threads.

I leave you to decide where the warp begins and ends. For me is in in the infinity of the Trinity.
Written by
Gerry Sykes  66/M
(66/M)   
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