Unwittingly

We create or curate our lives

A tiny universe of moments dangling from a thread.

Soap bubbles set free

junctured moments, connected to the next, then gone.

We are bound to each other creatures

Our powerful thoughts our creator and destroyer. Intuitive as the set of a hook. Life, as we perceive, is illusions.

Our time, spun out by a spider resisting quietly in the garden.

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Miranda Easton 2-16-2021