Beliefs dissembled have no further form.Marilyn Wendler
Dissolved by clarity and shift,
They float away,
No use to those who used to hold them dear,
Nor those who never could.
They only leave a memory of a me
Who used to run in circles,
Tangled up by cords of thought
Which I’d crocheted into a web,
Until a string broke free
And pulled apart the meaning and the shape,
Leaving behind a chuckle
And a newer, lighter structure of belief
To be dissembled later.