The thread
as long as a serpent
and soft as cotton
and strong as thousands of rocks
and light as single feather.A, it's swinging ahead
like a wiggling dying worm.
Tenderly and carefully
around the spherical skull,
yours or mine?Hope I didn't make a mistake.
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PoesíaMy existence might has always been a medley of nonsense. Copyrighted ⓒ Jay.