Unwound

Unwound

Darkly tangled in the vines,

loops and twists intertwine

knotted,  woven, fiber and nerve

sharp things, sharps things,

cut them out

to examine each subtle curve

stretch them, stretch them

straight dead lines

drying in the sun.

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