I thought she would not come
When the spider webs began to grow
And the shimmering strands
Closed out my vision.
When all became segmented
And web-trapped,
And I had to watch
As shrinking islands of meaning
Were all that stayed.
As the patches became dots,
Thinning and sharpening,
She pushed them apart,
Reached in, and pulled me out.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
I thought she would not come
When the spider webs began to grow
And the shimmering strands
Closed out my vision.
When all became segmented
And web-trapped,
And I had to watch
As shrinking islands of meaning
Were all that stayed.
As the patches became dots,
Thinning and sharpening,
She pushed them apart,
Reached in, and pulled me out.
