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Jan 2014
I thought she would not come
When the spider webs began to grow
And the shimmering strands
Closed out my vision.

When all became segmented
And web-trapped,
And I had to watch
As shrinking islands of meaning
Were all that stayed.

As the patches became dots,
Thinning and sharpening,
She pushed them apart,
Reached in, and pulled me out.
Kopter Zero
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Kopter Zero  United States
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