Like spiders
Reality and
Pragmatism
Creep forth from dark hollows
To tend spun
Dream catchers
and
Silken hope stillers
There is no attributable malice
They are but purveyors of order
In a tangled mass of days, and ideas threatening to be born
...though every so often
An epic vision
Filled with passion
Prodded by urgency
Refuses to surrender
Like the monarch
It wriggles
Struggles
To be free
Like Icarus
It
Lights and soars
Eclipsing
Hedges
Fortresses
And even reason
To be
Just
To be
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