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[k_nebu]

the softest white veil
around, around
you wrap yourself tightly
secure, safe, and sound

the warmth and the comfort
forget aching bruises
just think of white cotton
its touch,
and how with you it fuses

it is in this asylum
of accord and of fancy
metamorphosis happens
in excruciating tenseness

trails of crumbs, trails of pain
follow them deep inside
pick them up grain by grain

study closely each sorrow and kindness
they can teach you the world
cherish greatly their guidance

meanwhilst wounds shall heal
and drained body replenish
bruises roll through the rainbow
yet they surely will vanish

so if the body stops aching
and torn flesh is amended
if you look deep inside
and find strength to withstand it

quite possibly shortly
with rippling and rappling
you might tear through the veil
like a supple young sapling

and who knows who shall rise
from the torn scraps of fabric....
often rock-hard and wise
sometimes benevolent
and, periodically, a Maverick