These Seamless Hours

These seamless hours..
Where is the stray stitch to unravel them?
Like an endless silk sheet of time
That wraps around me, infinitely
Do I dare to toss and turn?
To tug at this taughtness knowing no give?
Lay, lay and doze...nude of mind
Dream, dream...of wheat fields
And fertile harvests of hope

Esteban Luis Soto (c) 2011

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