the trembling of my hand
fate's string dangles
twisting my vision to one
that cannot be
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I feel like the imagery here is jumping out and grabbing me by the tips of my hair and yanking me into your poem.
There is such a mixture of images here that no clear picture emerges from the myriad of word usages. The reader is left in the dark. GW62
Your skill in maneuvering the labyrinth of the English language really is quite skillful. Well done, oh traveled one.
Interesting and intriguing and well written