Love Snare
Time is a ribbon of silver thread
Spun by the spider, Space,
Cob-webbing Man’s bewildered face,
Snarling his dense, doomed head.
Love is the only sure weapon Man
Wields against the net
Time has woven and tautly set,
Sword it as best you can.
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