The spider web is
rigged in your favor
The twang vibrations
stepped
The dew glistening
between the strands
Wet dry in the
planet’s rotation drinking sun blades
The silk holds
The compression of
bodies hurling stones
Through the center
wrap
Clumping the sticky
nest in gravity
The disaster is a
pleasantry
The beautiful destruction
a windfall
The jay’s approach
pecking at arachnid elbows
Crimpled in beak
swallowed into enzyme
The blessing of
digestion
Passing intestine
into scat
The concern of being
me
Trades the
everything one is away
As if crunching
molt-bones was loss
Of more than a
conduit of interpretation
A vehicle of
revelation
The fixation of I
(earning, redemption, accolade)
Intersected dosage
philosophical piano key reverberating in web
Clinging to the I
doing excludes the whole universe one is
The zero sum
obviousness of mathematics
Electron, proton,
two-side equations, we are nothing if not balance
Spiritual infinity
computing itself in endless iterations in duality
Veiled in the
perception illusion of self and the ubiquitous constant
Of the everything we
are also as the parameters of time negate
The being does
cease, only is in a boundless stillness of internal motion
Capturing the
iterations of one organ shifting copied by reciprocal compartments
To maintain the
math, the gorgeous language of the goddess we are
Costuming in the
hilarity of profanity dancing in eons courting mirrors
To decipher
happiness or fate or extinction for an ego’s application
The spider web is
rigged in your favor
Holding in the waves
we are resounding in aggregations
Impossible to sever from
the blind variables of equilibrium
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