The spider's web
is blind.
Was blind, had been culled,
just before the dawn
or after the skipper sunk.
Beneath the gunk at the bottom
of the harbor. Oil &
/ or
s o i l e r o s i o n.
Problems mounting becoming one:
---the need to change our ways---
An often eluding urgency. Felt
but not committed. Recycled but
not co-mingled. Intermittent
is only constant
on the constant fading white of noise.
That's an intelligence term. Like
the box in all our houses:
television. Transport your vision
not to the fake future, the wrangled
misunderstood past (there is no other
way), or to the present world being
filmed: IT IS NOT YOURS.
Make it. Make it / love us / take it
at your own leisure. There is no time;
there is little time.
As they say, the spider web is ulimately
blind. Said differently: every man has
limitations. Spiders hunt closer
the truth. Even then it's a battle
and no small one: death,
(then a breath) ... life.
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