accretion
those candy floss machines,
you know, you put a stick in
and it comes out hugely bound
in the sweet threads of minds eye.
or the toffee apple dripping hot
shining in mind’s other eye.
or the roller skate hill that runs
faster and faster than mind’s eye
can follow up the other side.
that is the accretion of a poem,
when mind’s eye is looking the other way
it spins a yarn out of both ears.
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