Wednesday, March 7, 2012


a thin, sticky web of reason
stretched across my mind
to capture and to entertain
i will be your host for a while
i will wrap you in ponderance
while turning you over and over
all your sides revealed
and should i choose,
i will feed upon you
and you will become
a small part of me
and when my web is torn down
when the silver cord is broken
we will drift upon the breeze together
and know not where we shall land

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