Bred to a harder thing Than Triumph, turn away He takes the loop of string from her fingers. And like a laughing string Whereon mad fingers play It's such a normal thing to do. Playing cat's cradle. Amid a place of stone, Be secret and exult, He loops it around his fingers in the first form, holds it out to her. Because of all things known That is most difficult. "Are you feeling any better?"
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Date: 2005-08-11 05:30 am (UTC)Than Triumph, turn away
He takes the loop of string from her fingers.
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
It's such a normal thing to do. Playing cat's cradle.
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
He loops it around his fingers in the first form, holds it out to her.
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
"Are you feeling any better?"