the delicate cobwebs that we steal
from enraged spiders
that we tear apart
with uncut fingernails
the shadows of mountains
carved, chiseled, sandpapered
the rays of light
that we keep refracting
hem the edges
with thread that doesn’t match the cloth
all filtered into incomprehensible strings of words
that we call poetry.
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