Graham Everett |
LIKE THE SPIDER IN THE SKY |
Death is not limited to coming from behind, to the left
but, like the spider in the sky, can get us from above
or even grow inside us all our lives until bingo -- poof
the world ends for another one of its many inhabitants
Passing right through the spider's web
-- which must be rewoven before sunset --
there's no stickiness on the other side!
And I am reborn in control of my temper
Emotionless, calculating -- a sly bargainer
Learning to forget one self, an endless trek
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