How tenuous toys the world they say
like a dewdrop poised on a lotus leaf
a shimering noise in its quavering way
and all so brief
How wondrous blooms the world meseems
like a castle festooning the vacant air
it's spun from looms of lunacy's dreams
where foul or fair
Dumbfounding arrives the world indeed
like a field mouse dry on a puddled frog
astoundingly aye it upholds frail need
with rain agog
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