In magic, stranded, mindfulness
thoughts flux and flow
in impossible cooperation.
They leap the torrents
of urgency
and climb mist clad citadels of grief.
They thread sun-kissed brilliance of delight
and span their webs of connection,
belief, understanding
or previsions of possibilities.
Some woven kinship, or strange adoption,
marries their alignment -
moons in orbit,
shooting stars,
meteors in tumbled fall.
And, enthroned, in knots
and interwoven silk
the stitch-master
enshrines
love.
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