from Dust this Dream

by July 23, 2014 0 comments

rises as if called forth by unseen
hands. Letters dangle, become legs
of glittering spider waiting to trap
my flight of thoughts. It captures,
tangles, devours every embryonic notion
I force out until there is nothing
left but silence and my eyes.
Both stare blindly into the blackness
of a beast I know I could destroy with one
pursed puff from conscious lips.

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