To ride upon a strand of silk
that wafts along a gentle breeze
may help one circumvent the ilk
that grovel on their battered knees
positioning oneself astride
this insubstantial steed
and finding wind enough to glide
is needed to be freed
but it's not such an easy task
for I have never found
a spider big enough to ask
or a zephyr that profound.
Are You Reading Me?
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