inside me
Spider Woman sits
over my heart.
8 crazy legs extending through my limbs
and voice,
Thorax spinning webs
Dripping web down my root
Sinking into Earth
Linking into future
a pull on my string
ahead in the time stream
I scramble
out
to catch that fleeting image
scurrying
SLOW
she says
speak
she says
weave words
in written songs
carrying seeds of entire worlds
Life’s Web
connecting
spinning reality round
and round
and round
be
she says
that which you are
that which you came here to be
Spider Woman
spins through my voice
touching the depth in you
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