Gammons

Standstill on a spinning chessboard
Falling into each other again and again
Holding on to nothingness like it was something more
Than winter words and realms of rain and rain and rain
Falls through hollow worlds and swallows souls cut in two
Spaces open for what we were and want to be
Movement waits beginning ignored



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-12-16 at 01:54

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