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Dec 2013
I turn the ring
and everything shifts.

Bit by bit
inch by inch
It glides around its track
but I'm never satisfied.

I twist and turn
my perspective evolving.

Each pass brings a new image
but it's never what I need
It's never what I'm looking for
Never.

So I let go
and let it wander free.

I let go.
And I begin to see.
Written by
Timmy Johnston  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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