Silent Ego

Silken spider strands Hung like beaded tapestry A practical collector; Nature’s design reveals An arc of gossamer threads Awaiting purpose and passion.

Bits of memory float by As if released of earthly bonds; Unkind words and thoughts Like wind driven sand Against unmarked skin; Gritty friction rubs raw Unwanted past exposed When reason dies.

In troubled times Invisible societies appear Caught in spiral curves; Caustic heat and sudden luck Conspire to pull them down Until soft hands invade To rescue music From the noise.

Listening leads to action Momentum overcome By forces strange and light; Like a guide in dark forests The way opens on dappled paths; Single steps are taken And no one follows Where silence seeks The tide.

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