Threads of my thinking, and of yours …
Quick! Pass back the shuttle, wind the bobbin, double the needle,
warp the woof and treadle the pedal -- for the poet weaves tonight!
The fabric we make will bind all wounds,
and swaddle a child, drape an altar and trail a vale,
as we dance the poet's polka.
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