Velocity of soul

I dare not say even with shallow interest
That soul is divine
I relish all the joys
spun in seconds to cross my eyes
littered with literati
my cobwebs extend into thin air
and spun again
with silk like weeds
now enjoying the bright light of sun
my soul kindles a fire
now gone into circles
and with return to my eye
I mourn the self
ignoring all the minds of ourselves
if there be a wireframe
among the motion of stream
I see the bent light
and little tiny me.

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