from angles
that are new to me
this pace feels different
these locks have me searching for a key
after staring elephants into a corner
I hope to rest alone with you
in these moments
with a vice or two
as I carry new found fears
I find myself missing this and that
sit with me and ease
the mind’s acrobat
trust what we have seen
together strong
we shall meet
tomorrow’s dawn
looking in your window 
There’s good lines here to feed my appetite, and I thought this stanza to be the pick of them Ian.
“as I carry new found fears
I find myself missing this and that
sit with me and ease
the mind’s acrobat”
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As always Ivor, thanks for reading and your kind words
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