360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and eighty degrees: ‘slipping steadily into madness…’

Shell Games ~ Bright Eyes

two hundred and eighty

black widows weave

( w e b s )

thick with lies

~

though truth’s fire

( reveals )

the trap

~

and their sisyphus fate

( s e t )

to repeat

*

Here it comes, that heavy love…

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