A raw WoPo poem:

Around and around, each time changed
By the minute, not enough to see
Shifting beneath, unsteady feet
Scratching the surface, uncertainty
Bursting with multitudes of worlds
Linked together, by the passage of time
Changing the small and tipping Chaos onto the scene
Sewing the threads of differences, barely noticed
Epochs show the march in lives and deaths
Leave scars, within and without

Posted: Tuesday, February 12th, 2013 @ 10:15 am
Categories: Poems, The Sight, WoPoWriMo.
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