A wisp, a spider’s thread, floating freely on the wind,
An idea intangible and unknowable as it floats.
Captured, it changes, adhering and clinging,
Binding one to another in a mutual web.
Fly your flag proudly
While the small are trapped, struggling, unable to escape.
You move in, seeing all, yet seeing none,
For an idea
That once floated
Freely on the wind.