Spin and Spun

Yesterday and today

I watched the cycle


The speed of modernity

Seems almost…breathless

Reduces the circle

Solidifies perspective

Until…there’s none

But the cycle continues…

With minds and hearts


Merely collateral

The never-ending spin

The lies that are spun

In the name of whom…?

Life is a game

Of hide and seek

And then, there is none


Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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