Scattered

Frantic pin-pricks poke metaphorical holes in the fabric of my being;

the soft cottony material that envelops my thoughts, actions and words.

Holes stretch, become gaping voids, contents expelled into the universe,

searching for new quarters wherein to quarantine their quota of data.

I feel attached

to the world;

we are one being.

I reel, wings outstretched,

like a graceful bird

unsure of what it’s seeing.

My being is scattered across The Reality.

My mind in different locations –

drinking in all annotation

as far as the heart can see.

© Annalinde Louw

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