Little Brown Dog

This pinpoint piece
of life, foxed in faint
fleece tremulous, round
brown eyes gaze upward,
trusting to the secret
fibred string deep-latched
in its being - it
clings to its tiny star,
whim-revolving, it is
unravelled from the last
as we all are unwindings
of the tapestry carelessly
tossed in dizzy order -
corded threads to be
re-strung when our time's
head is flayed - when we
could have said we only
played at being here.

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