Fantasy connections

Webs of solid thought are spun
For each line that begins at one end, another stops
Patterns form from pointed repetition
Its maddening
Form fitted shoulders never brush arms
No wild uproots or familiar interjections
I hope to catch a wizard in flight
Once caught, the struggle begins
When the pieces form the final picture I find that they always win
My web is lousy in its inception
Rife with fantasy connections

felt pathetic and alone


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