The mind plays tricks upon us spinning a weaved
web of empty space filled by words and emptied by actions.
It creates a belief based on an inability to care
under the premise that everything is shared.
An intricate pattern thoughts crossing
an intersection of closeness
and those spaces disappear from sight.
But eyes are never closed and paths are always
created and there we find another web,
two perhaps and what was mine has now been shared.
A name created based on spoken words,
for you to me the silken path so delicately created
is destroyed.
Karen Hayward (copyright 2015)
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