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We’ve spent a lifetime spinning this web

Only to spend the next unraveling each thread,

While reminiscing over the saccharine lies

That devoured each and every last firefly

Until nothing remained but black swarms and blight—

The darkest shadow masking an even darker night.

If you find that old needle you lost to the Styx,

Would you sew our new home beneath this eclipse,

Or thread the light through the eye of the storm,

And light a new path through

The ireful swarms?