i lose myself

Consume me

pull me into the w h i r l

tos sing and shifting

a footless spin

a ground with no feet,

for it is WORDS that Lead

by hand,

Drag,

TUG,

ta p

and sense to come,

expected.

But…

in the scent of moments spent

i cannot,

have yet to,

find my way.

Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, October 1, 2019.

Image: The Book by P. Antonello.

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