the spider’s thread,
which dangles from a tiny
hole at the top of this pit
in which darkness seems so
everlasting,
tempts so quietly
so patiently.
a thin gossamer strand
that could be the answer
and a solution to
the depths in which there is nothing
much to do besides
fall even further.
how easy it is to
reach up and just
climb until the top
(this is not the first time
i’ve seen this thread,
and it will not be the first time
i climb until the top
only to watch it fall apart
in my hands)
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