Some kind of innocence is measured out in you.
- Hey Bulldog, The Beatles
There is a thread
subtler than silk
subtler than memory
or longing
or hope
There is a thread
thin as a spider's web
pearled with dew
Just as beautiful
Just as strong
Moonlight
and sunlight
dance on it
showing something dormant
something that cannot be dead
since it's never been quite born
There is a thread
If I follow it
it can almost take me back
to who you were
If I follow it
I can almost become
who I never was
Who we were
Who we never were
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