Let the noise subside,
choose your moment,
and show then your crowning glory.
The knot of such delicate intricacy.
Woven and rewoven,
not a single slip in its whorls.
Each curve following its prescribed route.
Each strand strengthened by its partner.
And in the following silence,
in the awe, in the spectacle,
of such convolutions.
Allow them to finger its smooth dimensions,
giving proof, that it is only you,
and no one else, that has the power,
to create such a knot as this.
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