Ghosts spread out around me
In manifold symmetry, their web surrounds me
But not for long:
They displace me, chanting
"Make way for the Lᴏʀᴅ descending"
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Everywhere,
To the golden spiders,
The vassals of the light,
We give our thanks
For it is by them that the web is spun
Endlessly, the Bergsonian web of light
Endures, is woven
Between your heart and mine
These two images came to me on either side of a long interval of time, and it was only after another great duration that I came to see their connection.