The Slide Poem by Chris Harris
The Slide
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
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