Taut wire hides within the smoke of the mind
Translucent to the eye and impossible to find
Secured in childhood
stretched to deaths door
Memories of truth
travel its core
The intention was you should one day slip
Snagged by its cord, and allowed to trip
Stare teary eyed
into the moment you died
Dizzy on the crest
of a moon controlled tide
Upon some distant beach your anchor falls
Images of clouds adorn four walls
Stretched on a towel
you stare until blind
Searching once again
amongst the smoke of the mind
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