Blurr
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

It's unclear
What I see there
Just a form
Just a sphere

It's unseen
Was it a dream?
Just a memory
Just a seem

Just a thread
Just a though
Just a hope
That was caught

In my weaver
When I wove
But then it freed itself
And then it dove

Back into the realm of uncertainty.