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Fragile by Howie Spielman A moment crystallizes before my eyes, Hanging in the air, Modestly naked, unexpectedly exposed, It transforms to an unshed tear. Those near to us misunderstand, Their vision too coarse to see, The spider's art that's being woven, Connecting you to me. They miss the things that we can share, Bridged now by these fine threads, Your joys, your pains, your life itself Hidden in the pattern of the web. But its mysteries are plain to me, A glance gathers all it holds, And in half the strands I see myself, It's both our souls transposed! But just a single leaf need strike, Carried far - windblown, The fibers will not bear such weight, I'm once again alone.