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I sit, needle in hand.
Surrounded by nothing, yet everything.
Possibility limitless.
You think you see me.
What’s there. In truth, you see
as I allow. You think you
understand. Perhaps you do, in
part.
We are everywhere, we three, in differing guises. I, the spinner; my second and third. They follow, though you must look elsewhere
to find them. Aisa, perhaps, may find
you first, if you are careless with your allotted time.
I think you know me now.
The weight of your gaze suggests it; the sudden change.
Time’s passing brings changes for us too. No loom or spindle. Thread replaced by yarn, needle lengthier as
year turns upon year. Thus do we hide in
plain sight, on your eyeline. Committed
to task, as you create your own chances, heedless and harried. Oblivious.
The failing is in not seeing - the real decisions are made elsewhere.
(150 words)
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The suggested word prompt for this one was "contemplation".
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