This is to be the first of multiple poems featured in my upcoming novel, called for now “Untitled R.A.”
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We used to sit together under stars with spiderwebs of connection in our eyes,now we sit alone in the light with spiderwebs in our minds,and spiders on our hearts, biting hard until they dry,blacken, wilt, and mummify.We fill that desolate chamber with the corpses of our thoughts,constructing and standing on porches built to rot.There we squat, in a putrid fortress of “I will not!”But I wish you would, and so will youwhen we can recall what our intellects could do,and will doand still doand cannot be forced not tobecause we cannot be subduedwith only spiderwebs to cut throughand the power of not one, but twoor three or five or one million and one.Because what’s been done can be undone-spiders’ threads can be unspun.Soon we’ll sit together under stars with the web of connection in our eyes.Just remember: we’re suited to be the spiders, not the flies.