The Slide by Chris Harris


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Choosing time
With the frost of an ancient dawn
Faithless in decay

Running tied
Ever on but never leaving
Defaced relentless

Unobserved
Like a thief in the last night came
Cheated though informant

Turning keys
Behind and then before us close
Spinning full circle

Many ways
To the tune of the pipers dance
Like passages returning

In between
Double sided drawn illusion
Witnesses impartial