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Being possessed by my possessions is an ever-present fear. Thanks for making it seem almost manageable!!!! 😀

sitting by the washing machine it’s innards gurgling the room becomes a womb then all at once everything starts spinning

We really are hoist by our own petards…

“I was a newborn” I love this line mostly because the poem could take off anywhere from that setup!

I reading this just before 8 a.m. my time and it’s even more true!!!

At first I read that line -- not sick of the furniture, and I thought, wait, what? This is so powerful! Well done.

This is brilliant and so true. Love it Mike ♥️👏♥️

Clutter and complexity! Fabulous!

We start with nothing, end with nothing. And how easy it is to become overwhelmed along the way. Great write, Mike.

"possessed by possessions"--such a clever take on the prompt!

🙏🌠👏 Marvellous allegory of how the minutiae & trappings of life possess us.

Beautifully cradled