“Oh yee of little faith

But things are a changin!”

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The spider has spun it’s line

And so have we

Invisible threads map our traverse…

The varibles of existance- “come what may.”

But now it’s time to lean back and float

In the moving air of our questions.

It’s a time of testing…

Jumping into the void

0f our most complex feelings

To see how we are held…..

Wings and light unbound.