The Years

July 19, 2015 § Leave a comment

The line won’t curl, won’t become a circle

no matter how much you keep drawing

it will still fade out and end a straight line.


If you feel someone holding the other edge

tears will run down your face

for you can’t shout that far, you can’t turn.


But now you hold the middle of your thread

Arachne, Ariadne, Athena, lost girl,

both ways seem long and your gods are gone.


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