Traceries. Bonds of the imagination.
Invisible lines that connect each of us.
The ley lines of our souls.

Each of us connect to others.
Sharing our lives for a brief instant.
Moving on to share with another.

Emotions. The links of these unseen chains.
Forged by passions we scarcely recognize.
Strong enough to bind us all.

Love or hate, it matters not.
Friendship, anger, lust; all the same.
It is the actions, decisions, that bind.

Apathy. The breaker of chains.
Cleaving the threads by doing naught.
A bringer of darkness to our lives.

We warm ourselves at each otherís fires.
Retreat from those we cannot see.
The decision made each time we pass a stranger.

This text is copywrited by Brad Colver, 1997. It may be duplicated as long as the the copywrite stays with it.

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