there is a Weaver

there is a Weaver
in a breath
of folded willows
covered by
morning fog rising
off warmer
lifting treadle
at an exact moment
to blend it all
& make warp & woof
as it is
only talked of
while crossing
fibers of primary
& we think
we live
off a fabric
of emptiness

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