Tangled
Winding thoughts enfetter
wild desire
entangling in speculative despair
every liquid craving
and even undeniable need.
Single filaments
will hardly even tickle
as they part
but wind and wind and wind
so many shrinking glances
so many wretched frets
round and round and soon
a cocoon not only holds
arms and legs fast
but blinds the eyes and fills the mouth
with dry and silent wool.
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