Spin Around and Come In

Time spun me around
And my eyes caught on icons in the blur
Silhouettes of trees and people in their crowds
With populous skin crawling to be touched
And dissolve our pieces together in the aether.

But my steps toward were scattered and distracted
By the dizzied start and disparate pulls
Between gravity of the veiled moon and zombie stars,
The safety of distance
protecting wounded inner parts.

So I fell into a staggering dance
Too endless to name
Skipping flattened finish lines across ponds
Every beat of my way
Until the people moved on and the trees decayed.

Cicadas shed husks at their buried roots
The new crowds try on like finger puppets to play
And through the chirpy dialogue they exchange
Every feeling I missed the clock’s swaying delay
Can come in the living space, make tea, and stay.

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