We are all connected in the imperfect tapestry
Some knots are closer together than others
Some areas fall apart at times without proper care
Sometimes a join will just disappear
There are some who can see the tapestry
They can weave it with their fingertips
The intricate patterns projected in their mind's eye
As they walk through the world they see the tangles and tears
They can only place the stitches where they can reach
And hope that they will hold
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