on the most tenuous of threads is traced
the fabric of fate
and life will play at the edge of experience
as we learn how gravity can fail
time can be cheated in the briefest of dreams
now, giddy from some idea of flying
one leaps, spinning
the lifetime of sitting flashing by
to find love where there was nothing
no mystery in her eyes
only a rose unfolding forever
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