Threads slowly part undone,
Telling the story as ’twas spun…
Once by Earth…then Weaver still,
Then one wonders if of their will.
They’d keep going, so I think now,
They’d spin apart and to the ground,
And then to Earth…or Weaver still,
Then I’d wonder if ’twere will.
ahorsealone 
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