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Because It Is

                                     Because It Is

                                     You cannot dream things that never were
                                     for in a sometime and a somewhere
                                     they've taken place and left their indelible memory
                                     on your mind.

                                     Only to be remembered when a slim shadow
                                     casts its spell across your life
                                     and causes you to bring forth a relic,
                                     a piece of the dream that had its substance
                                     in a far time when love was pocketed
                                     near your heart and brought forth to heal
                                     a wound, to make life complete.

                                     Never to question why or why not.
                                     Simply because it is.


Come with me to this place
I visit often, hidden behind an eyelash;
where it is Easter all the time and
rebirth is not a sometime thing; where
gods cavort in joyous abandon.
        Come, we dance. . . .                       

Today the world stood still. In the
bright afternoon sun I saw a butterfly
dart into a spider's web woven between
the power lines and lift it up and carry
it with him.

In the silence I heard the question.

How heavy is a spider's web on a butterfly's wing?

Since everything is balanced,
the question is proportional.
A friend said to me, 'only you had eyes to see it.'
Does the world stand still for you? Ever?

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