LIVING ON THREADS
We spread selves on a thin-conceptual-spiderweb, we float out over thought-sea, we lay back our selves, our fine threads, to rest. We give the honest parts, and spread them out. Create a shaky bed, disturbed easily by thought-storms and aether-hawks, boats of those who hold close. We spread out to see more, but aren’t safe, and sometimes sink.
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