straining, the mind
casts its connection
back
tainted by memory
polluted with
habit, flapping
at signs, at meaning
painting scenes
with other
words from
other views
impartial news
fills the gaps
open as many
nets
as time allows
trawl the depths
toss the rest
ReplyDeleteGreat title. Great poem.
Fishing with open nets.
I love it.
I'm on the hook, love it! Trawling depths where things glow.
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