Oh, the Webs we weave within our souls
The paths we travel, bonds we've broke
Mirrored crossings, Spider's web
We know no stopping, Human bred.
Duality is inward grown
We love, we hate, the seed's been sown
Double back and live again
Take no more lives, make no more friends
Unweave the tangled web we've knit
Pearl one, skip two: the shoe doth fit
My fellow man, unreasoned fate
I'd help, but I'm a stitch too late.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
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