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Finitude
I am a spider in a tree.
I spin a web between branches
and sit in the middle.
Swaying branches, stretchy web,
and it supports me.
I once saw another spider
spin a web on these same branches
and sit in the middle.
Same branches, different web
and it supported him.
If I leave my web
and climb the branches
and sit up high,
I can look down and see
different webs,
myriad
possibilites.
I am free of my own web,
up in the thin and swaying branches,
where I sit exposed.
Whipping winds, beating sun--
I am at the mercy of unfathomable forces!
I pitifully cling lest I tumble off into the void,
only a tiny spider in a world too vast for me.
And this is virtue?
I cannot hope to hold on,
so I jump.
And abandon myself to the mercy of the Rock.
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