POETRY                                                                                               (Copyright - Pierre du Toit)
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                                      Touch

                                Our feet drag lines a million
                                lines which curl a billion, trillion
                                wrap around the world they wind go left
                                and right and in and out and
                                under over up, by day by night
                                these twisted lines which tangle, stretch
                                    but seldom, ever, touch

                                        a fleeting gasp

                                            a clutching
                                            holding
                                            slipping

                                                     moon-round breath

                                    before they swirl away, and in
                                and up and round and out and
                                through and over down and under
                                unseen  starts and ends
                                these  time-thinned lines a trillion lives
                                which curl, a billion, million
                                feet drag lines….

                 (See photograph at EtCetera / Album 001 #9 )

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