Sunday, March 18, 2012


The strings and webs that I seek after are spun by spiders that don't exist.
Or do they?
Are they invisible from only me?
Can anyone else see the quiet arachnids that exist on thought?
I can feel them creep through my brain and along my spine and out my fingers.
Their silent scuttle, the painted lines, the paths of those who have no rules.


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