I saw her.
She reached out her hand to me
an unmaterialized thought
of a world I would like to live in.
Her body was clothed
in fabric of many colors,
and on her left shoulder
she carried a grey spider
stretching out its legs
not to attack,
but to spin a thread of life
bathed in morning dew.
Someone will see danger in this web,
someone else a soft net of nourishment.
In this chain of events,
we consume one another
one by one,
turning our faces away
from an uncomfortable truth.
What is loud is better
for a moment.
Behind the effect
walks a procession,
of clapping hands.
In a day,
everything that was
will melt away,
and only this thin thought
will remain in me:
What do I think about
when I lay my face down
at three in the morning?
Which word returns to me
the following day?
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
I saw her.
She reached out her hand to me
an unmaterialized thought
of a world I would like to live in.
Her body was clothed
in fabric of many colors,
and on her left shoulder
she carried a grey spider
stretching out its legs
not to attack,
but to spin a thread of life
bathed in morning dew.
Someone will see danger in this web,
someone else a soft net of nourishment.
In this chain of events,
we consume one another
one by one,
turning our faces away
from an uncomfortable truth.
What is loud is better
for a moment.
Behind the effect
walks a procession,
of clapping hands.
In a day,
everything that was
will melt away,
and only this thin thought
will remain in me:
What do I think about
when I lay my face down
at three in the morning?
Which word returns to me
the following day?
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