Deciding and unfolding, retangling the language to allow for a mistake.
To be truth without making the first truth a lie.
The garden knows truths, hidden away in memories.
Now is made of memory too.
For all is true.
Traditions made definitions broken yet sustained.
Which one? Yes.
Spiders know the world is vast enough.
Change will happen as it sees.
Garden watching keeping dramas of language for the moments copied in its vaults.
Gossamer is of spiders
Butterflies on stolen wings, costumed performer they,
To the spider’s engineered flight
Is it stealing or borrowing? Mildly twisting or breaking?
These answers will not be catalyzed until many of future’s moons have wavered from their studious courses.
Perhaps an apocalypse or two.
Of course it’s only one girl’s lifetime.
Two girl’s unborn partnership.
A world’s shock.
And a Garden’s awakening.