12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice


i run the water
from the sink of my day
let good gravity
the length of a sigh
curl the meniscus
draw the residue
of my eccentricities

without a doubt
they’d have labelled me
if my mother had bothered
to listen to them

instead she set me
out of their reach
fed me to Fibonacci
and other universes
where i spiralled
into control
and out again

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5 comments on “Spirals

  1. Jane Dougherty
    August 17, 2015

    Good for your mum 🙂

  2. Aquileana
    September 25, 2015

    Excellent last stanza… To Infinity … and beyond! …
    All the best to you. Aquileana 😀

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