It stretches in front of me
Lies around me
Encircling me

I wade through time
It's like an endless lake
A smooth body of water
As far as the eye can see

To change
Is my strangler
I lie gasping, Waiting to die

If only I took those oars
And rowed across the lake
But the remain out of my reach.

by Tamara Moir

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