Gossamer Threads

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I feel like cutting my finger,
hiding upside down
clinking a canteen
shelling peas along the floor.

From the focal point above
anything could be.
Light dripping upon
forlorn gossamer spreads
like a balloon.


Merely the vantage point
of a perspective
quietly threading.

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