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Blue
Perched on wood tapestry; watch
Lines flow into consciousness of the
Spider who remains to polish her stones.
Ribbons and purple, soul’s paint and pencils,
All are guardians of the blue.
Trapped inside the churn, touched
Darkness encroaches, pierced at the glow,
Drawn round the circle, pulled out and about
Inside and outward.
Tiny glow remembers
When the blue almost died.
All ban together now, pressed into white,
All hold her secrets
Locked hidden and tight.
10/13/06 [
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