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17.2.00
Staring down from her crystal web
of invisible threads and clear glue
she shines and coats me with winterdust
sinking down, I think she's crouching
to meet me at my mortal eye-level,
perhaps laughing - but not cruelly -
because she'll still be here long after
I am just rot in an earthen tomb.
Capricious, playing with my eyes,
drawing me forward to sit and watch
under her glorious light.
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