As good as it gets, briefly.
One finger support becomes total.
Spikes of doubt increase, dominate.
Black hole, uncharted, oddly better, then
surrounded, comforted, by the remaining substance.
Shifting axis, deep breath, step out,
Embrace the bright arc,
the future will gain focus.
I have no idea what this means. And if I did, I would expect to be taken away today. GW62
Wow.You've hidden this under a bushel.What a cracker.Brilliant.Kev x
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I would like to translate this poem
Good piece of writing.(Try 'Anger' when you have a spare minute)