There must be a friendly spider in the sky
Who lowers this billowing thread to me
Thin as hope but catching the light
Which if I pull on it
Might unravel heaven for me
The whole structure of grace
And wind come tumbling down
A cobweb brushing my face
Turning me icy in the heat
A tiny spider's mouth that spins
And re-connects the clouds
Into the swollen web of a storm
Offering me its lightening hand
If I could only take hold
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