Spider spider

I know who you are 

that's all that matters
Hanging by your thread
From a dappled moon
I'll address my thoughts to you
Star Bright spider
Aloft the riven loom

I could have bought
Someone's attention
Like a culprit
Or a deadbeat
But I gave it up
A little moment 
like a swallow
Or a crack
Of blatant sunshine
"Come in number 69 

your tide has turned"
Is also a mantra
To the boatman
Introspective 
Serpentine

I hadn't learned yet

how to tack
How to turn
My windsurf back
I'll have to swim
Or drown
Pulling the sail
Heavy and wet
Empty of the wind
And yet and yet
Practicing the presence
Of spider
Dissolves the imminent
Clank
Of armour spikes and gnashing
In the face of contradiction
Now I know I'm nothing
So these calamities
Of the imagination
Moon struck useless
Prevalent as they maybe
Always turn to dung
Which is excreted
Through my dreams
Except they linger sunly
Until the application
Of contemplation
Renders them into recognition
And the enemy elves
swallow themselves and fail
In their mission to prick harry
Tantalize
And we get to beddie byes
With wonder in our eyes
Shaven eyebrows accentuating
The glee of prohibition
the love of sister fate
The dross of exhibition
Closes like a gate

Thank you sister spider
Thank you grandma moon
Thank you sister spider
Aloft the riven loom.

friday 13/10/17