Wednesday, 12 June 2013

The Time and Space that is us

The strands of our experiences
Like threads of raw silk
Weave themselves into intricate webs

They swirl in and out of our days
Sticky and ghost like
Some slip by but some cling 

Bridging the past
 To the present
The time and space that is us

Making it difficult to remember
 We now prowl freely

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