I've heard of it,
the Gossamer Wing
a think of the past
knowing, yet unaware
forgetful to the gracious bestowing
as a snowflake breaking on the dawn
a dusting of radiant glory
faceted manna from eleven
- the count of brevity -
an odd benevolence of starstuff
Godstuff
ineffable randomness
with an uneasy aggregate
being
the sum of its parts
equaling life thereabouts
or something akin
to it...
the sheen from a motion
of silence and the lightness
of a Gossamer Wing
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