poetry, trails of thought

When finally … unravelled 

When finally they stop

and you stop

and you top;

and you two each other no longer …

… no longer that yearning 

and that desire of earning 

a ticket to a future 

of pleasant past.

And so nothing means anything 

and no person paints more

nor less 

than the slightest of your

dreams and the least of your 

seems: how the tapestries have 

unravelled.

How unsewn it has all become.

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