its a poem written by walt whitman
a noiseless spider
a noiseless, patient spider,
a mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
it lauch'd forth the filament, filament, filament, out of itself
ever unreeling them- ever tirelessly speeding them.
and you, O my souol, where you stand,
surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,-seeking the spheres, to connect them;
till the bridge you will need, be form'd- till the ductile anchor hold;
till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my soul.
2006-11-14
12:05:14
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