Between the world and me
I’ve noticed time breaks down
But the spun construction
Of my life keeps weaving it back up again
Clever as a spider web
One day goes into another like a fly
And the nights of course fly by
One wakes from one’s cocoon
Into the knowledge of being caught
Bundled for being eaten later
By ravenous time
But with one thin thread the spider
Hurls toward the sun
All the distinctions come undone
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