Sign the wheel across the paths
What do you do with a tag cloud
Or with a wordle puzzle of signs
Pick up the biggest or search aside
To the minutest letter of a stolen sense?
And then you think it is in it is
And then you think it’s not in it’s not
Jig the saw there it is no more
Thus we do with life with death
Both side road posts turn the walk to what
Shielding focusing signing wheels
Across live leave traces of the future paths
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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