Slip (A Haiku Quatrain)

Tenuous at best

Tenably slipping, this grip

My fragile clasping

 

Through handfuls of air

Alone, awake and confused

Sanity suffers

 

Stretched tight and thin

Spirit on a tangled skein

Imperceptible

 

Desperate wailing

Crying in the dark of night

My faltering hand

 

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