Tendrils of time
hang loose
dampened a bit
by misconception recollections
the sorts of stories recounted in dreams
and spread like gospel bonfire.

I should not like to entwine
with those loose hung tendrils
of sticky time.

The reader brings his or her own experience to the poem. Here is mine:

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