The Spider Webs of Fibers Finer than Charmeuse

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We find ourselves between the basest hopes

And silliest of fears.  When still we find

Ourselves despite religions and those dopes,

The priests and prophetesses, much more blind

When put together, blinder than those newts

In caverns underground.  B’hai pretends

A oneness of the faiths, all wearing suits

Of differing silks, but each faith with the ends

Of trickery and obfuscation.  We

Search out true ways despite this web’s deceit.

We find our ways through serendipity

While trying out our loves though incomplete.

  The Jesuits and oracles are worst

    Who seek out ways to say that we are cursed.