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Why am I not content

To be a fragile skein

In the weave of the world?

Even this severed one

Rent in its noble cause

Of mooring metal against stone.

Why, slivered yet still twined

In this vast coil, must I

Clutch the deluded thought

Of being the whole rope?

9 February 2020

Photo description: A close view of the plaited fibres that make up a mooring rope, roughly coiled against a harbour wall. Some of the strands are frayed and torn.