Meaning is a jumper that you have to knit yourself
Do it, lest you freeze inside-out
Yarn is boundless,
It draws and twists on itself
But you have to tug and knot
With your own fingers
Even undo some, from time to time
The universe is only getting colder
Where will you find warmth,
Transient freak of terra?
You get to decide.
Only you twist the needles
Here's a string from my own
Knit with me, when you fancy
It's a gamble, this lending and borrowing
For all of us in this lazy afternoon activity
Our sanity could trip over
Tangles, rips, coffee stains.
Gamble with me
Everybody and their gods know
I avoid these, erm... 'mingles'
More often than not
(Many people despise such prospects
Just another luxury of our times?
Watch this space for more on the 'I' word!)
Throw a book at my head
Free hugs and kisses shall be your way
But remember, freak of terra
We have been alone a long, long time
And so acutely aware of this fact now!
All we have is all of us
We need our own jumpers
But there is no one stopping us
From sharing the yarn we find
My counsel? Get knitting.
[March 08,2019]
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