In the intricate silk fibers
Are hidden strengths that bend
Ever so slightly... With effort
And ease. Skipping from thread
To thread in a delicate fashion
As to connect each individual
Strand to the next with
Structure. Creating the repetitive
Motions that pulse our soul
Touching the nimble legs upon
A lovers chest as you become
Tangled in the essence.
Trapped and tricked into
The invisible death bed that
Is the look into a mirror.
Shaken until panic sets in with
The reality that life is indeed
Caught up in this mirage of
Love... Graven images and false
Idols once more consume
Our precious time.
Slowly and painlessly the
Creator comes to claim their
Feast.
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