Time spun like spider's thread
shimmering and glistening with the passing of the sun
I am caught between the threads
forever bound in time
Images fix themselves in my mind
like the drops of dew on each silky fiber
Every move I make tangles me even more
and I can't extricate myself from this moment
Dangling infinitely on a single point
of the temporal spectrum
Do I really want to break free?
Or shall I remain amongst the threads,
floating in limbo?
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