Cobweb Lives

We edge gingerly along

Our days a mass of dramas and dilemmas

Of dreams and decisions

Our toes caught in the filigree footholds

Testing, trying, creating new fretwork

While somewhere due south

The frayed ends of past styles

Flutter in abandoned flimsy

An embarrassment now

A design discarded

As we weave our way through new versions

Intricate cobwebs

Spun one filament at a time

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