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Charger and Water Bucket
The cable winds and winds,
around my fingers, around my thoughts.
I seek clarity in the loops,
but the knots remain,
silent, silent… like a prayer
echoing in the tiled room,
where the water bucket sits.Repetition, repetition of days,
of breaths held in pauses,
of moments tangled in silence.
I ask, I wonder,
in …