SWIFT FLIGHT
A may fly snared upon
The quick eternal net
Web wed to a whim
It's wings beat out time
That waits formal and black
At the center of naming
And forgetfullness - The flies
Parchment husk limned in heiroglyphs
To nettle it from the draining dark
From the mannered spinet of it's myth
Does it touch you - You at the center
In the brief shock of life
Do you touch it -
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