Life Line



a

tether

uncoiling

here taut there slack

in déjà vu loops

not pushed with will but drawn

haphazard on walls through doors

across the worn smooth floors of years

in slippery umbilical time

tying together beginning and end


- Richard Krasin 2021
























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