Wednesday, November 02, 2005

around the yellow light bulb in my room

around the yellow light bulb in my room
far from the reach of the daily broom
a silver spider has woven its web
where it enjoys its sumptuous spread
sometimes when i’m in a mood little keen
i see things never before seen

how gullible insects fall for the light
and for their lives they cannot fight
i see the spider pouncing on its prey
and brightness turning into shades of gray
almost graceful in its dance of death
wrapping its victim in silken threads

i see the spider sucking life out of life
and life carrying on, amidst all this strife

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