we collect cross-stitched senses of self as Poetry unfolds patterns anomolies commonly dawn on we only when they see wisp lines of truth from benign e

we collect cross-stitched
senses of self as
Poetry unfolds patterns
anomolies commonly
dawn on we
only when they see
wisp lines of truth
from benign even
weave in Needle minders
of time
written
in wings of a moth
made of aida cloth
Basting in banality
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