Forever turning over within an immortal tempest.
hazy mists of doubt congregating behind closed eyes, 
overwhelming reason by means of attrition.
Creating a stop-gap of hesitation upon this pensive voice,
growing ever longer.
Carefully woven threads that split and separate,
forsaking their fabric as they sink,
ad infinitum.

Giuseppe Gillespie – April 2021

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