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We spent a lifetime spinning this web

Only to spend the next unraveling each thread,

Because pleasing are all saccharine lies,

Until they devour all innocent fireflies;

Until nothing remains but swarms and blight—

The darkest shadow masking an even darker night.

When you find that old needle you lost in the Styx,

Will you sew a new home beneath the eclipse?

Or will you thread your last light through the eye of the storm,

To sew your new path through the ire of the swarm?