Our world is woven,
A ravenous narrative
Knit into artifice.
One thread pulled unravels it.
A hole in the world.
I’ve tried picking this story
Out of its background but can’t
Tease entwined characters free.
Sometimes, I start with a seed,
Sometimes a gap in the air,
Any weird thing to disrupt
Probability. I’m not
Ever likely to succeed.
Why pluck my sleeve? I forget.
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