My mind:a spiderweb
Of a fragile essence -
Woven together, strong
It hangs open to all
Who wish to gaze at its
Evidence of process
But in just one moment
One tiny child's finger
And misty strength is lost
Anxious, distraught, this mind
The spider's home is naught
But just thread on the ground
Again I build and spin
Until someone comes by
And simply sees beauty
Weak enough to crumble
Strong enough to retry
A thousand threads and webs
On and on and on - and
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