360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and eighty eight degrees: ‘and still somehow…’

Both Sides Now ~ Clannad and Paul Young

two hundred and eighty eight

still feeling

( d e – t a c h e d )

like a veil

of mist

~

or pane

of glass

separates

~

(        me         )

~

from everything

else

~

as I float

~

searching

for some place

to land

*

I really don’t know clouds at all…

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