Cobwebs

Draw the curtains
Cobwebs close out the past
Having twisted with a sprite
Having ridden her ride
From wire to sight
Her mountain I’ve climbed
Fallen I’ve wept
Risen I’ve screamed . . .
Words I can read
Only to take me down
Blanket their images
Frustrate their foul doings
Fashion the cobwebs
Into mine most minded
Not to forget
But from which to learn
And learn I do
Everyday . . .
Never again


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