Taste of cobwebs in my mouth
Words like bundled flies one green moth
Trapped itself a little larynx
Its wings still fluttering
To the hum of its impact
Bringing the hairy spider to inject
Its freezing poison
Stilling the web again
Then the long waiting for the word
Stuck like a sword in the side
Tearing the web in two
A dim presentiment of cloudy blue
As I look across at you
Some paradise breaks through
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