that thin spindle, delicate thread,
you've slashed thousands in your life
without feeling a single tear. It doesn't
catch you with one string, you must
sit still while she slinks her skin around you,
wrapping you safely in her slow, silent
mesh. By the time you feel her hold,
you're blinded by the gold reflection
of the sun showing you she has been there
all the time, waiting for you to see
love, light, and me.
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