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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjlu9RRHcbE&ab_channel=ibi

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It's there -

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Amidst all the intangibility,

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Among all the lines of ambiguity,

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All those pathways, beaten,

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By pretense, and possibility.

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It's there,

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A golden line,

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A silver rope,

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A one, hidden beneath the others,

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That carries its call to grace, woven

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Into the tell-tale intricacies, modestly 

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Entwined into a singular, life-line plait.

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It's there,

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Dangling from the rafters,

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The carved beams, of elaborate sculpture

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That run, in interlacing knotwork, tapestry,

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In effigies, figurine constructs of polychromy. 

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It's there;

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It's there.

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And though it may not be waiting,

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Lingering, for some acquisitional victory -

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Where one's inclination to pull

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Predisposes the notion to climb -

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It is, still there, perhaps less so a chain-link

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Bridged between some edifice, and the divine,

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But there none the less, flickering its tail 

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Somewhere between the station of your feet 

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And the immemorial expanse of the skyline.

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Author's Note

(fictional)

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