Minding Poem by shimon weinroth
Minding
blinking an eye
sets up another set
of the blink before,
and so on
as you blink some more,
between each blnk
there is an interval
of each event,
sets into my library
to fill and forget
some are turned,
some are spurned or burned,
spin and spindle, twines and thread
warp and weft to weave a tapestry
of blinks and sets,
attatched to events
of matter to me
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