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New Poem: “we, weavers -“

we weave a thread in space
that tears its way
through the fabric of reality –
its colour sticking out
in the dark –

its brightness obscuring
its frailty –

it sways as it molds itself
into the sturdier background
that shall remain
once it itself has turned to rot –

the days dance on
and the world is strong

it will mend itself
when we are gone –

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