her aim is real
 she spins and cuts a slender skein
 as time reveals
 all these extraordinary lives fall alone
 all alone
 
 the end is real
 illusion's architecture yields
 we only run until we fall beneath her wheel
 in the court all alone
 in the court of the young
 
 her aim is real
 in spite of all the love you feel
 the end is real
 thread unreeled