the change
has many sides
it is not just
a circle
polygonal
it is my truth
there is
one that overruns
and there
are others
that succor
others succumb
filters like
a comb
traps like
a net
explosive
at times
blind, i hold on
time like a rope
with a stone
and a thud....
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