spider

all knotted and each knot pulled tight
every strand straining fraying while
the rest of me recalls myself
as an enchanted child

shimmering sunsets suffused in orange glow
trailing clouds on a carpet i’d go
and the world was spread in a dozen happy hues
mysterious and welcoming
and magical too

i reach out to touch it and the
whole web snaps
and i
collapse into a lyrical dream
my past majesty of what it was like
to be me in my head
when i was a child

i am the spider and i choose the branches that anchor my web
i am the spider and i choose the length
of the strands in my head
i am the spider and i ignore the wind
i am the spider and i can weave again

glittering glaciers in deadly white heat
grasping hands and rotting human dreams
and the world lay dead in a dozen adult hues
sickening and frightening
and desperate too

i reach out to heal it and the whole web snaps
and i
collapse into a lyrical dream
my best creation of what it is like
to be me in my head
when i was a child

i am the spider and i choose the branches that anchor my web
i am the spider and i choose the length
of the strands in my head
i am the spider and i ignore the wind
i am the spider and i can weave again

i am the spider and i choose
i am the spider and i choose the length
of the strands
in my head
i am the spider and i
ignore the wind
i am the spider
and i can weave
and i can weave
and i can weave