doodle in the face

two hours ago,
the string broke.
previously a tenaciously
frayed red thread
connecting one to the other,
((Chinese beliefs, adopted))
two becomes none.
sounds hang in the air
like Maypole ribbons,
twisted [intricate patterns
of illogical words].
((verbally trying
to retrace
dainty skips,
shoeless steps,
clumpy trips))
two hours ago
the ribbons lost
their tether,
dropped liquid
red words
that sank softly-
into the cracks.
cracks become breaks
become shatters become
shards become splinters
[lodging silently
in shoeless soles].

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