Lights glint off the hanging threads.

Turn your head.

Can you see them?

Connected here

there

anywhere I like.

I am the weaver

I am the king

I am the queen

The solitary monarch presiding over all things.

I have known the lowly

And I have known the lowly

But never, have I known the lowly.

Not for my ascension

Nor my preference

For non-platonic dealings I have not the time.

My omnipotence is my burden.

Shackles chaining me to this world

Yet keeping me at an everlasting distance,

away.