and now the web breaks of our fascination

we were big-bellied spiders once
weaving intricate patterns
in the moonlight,
drops of blood raining
memories
glistening
in the sun

we were carnivorous
cocoons in catacombs
tasting
honeyed and milky residues in the
caves of our foolish web-footed hearts,
sticky inclinations
in the time of our battles,
long-legged warriors battling
the windmills of our minds,
we were emperors and empresses
assassins
on thrones of shifting sands, we sat in
congregations like sardines in a tin can,

whiskers twitching with the truth of our
revulsion and expulsion,
we were beavers building dams
from twigs and branches
horizons
mud-caked worlds upon worlds,
we were jaybirds of a nebulous sky
eggshell blue in its holographic
bird-heart, flying from limb to limb,
life after life,
giving birth to all that is hidden and all that is
seen, all that is sacred and all that is
gleaned,
touching one another in dreams,
blissed-out spirits
from which
all things develop,
all things evolve,

music
we play for one another
in the primal hunger
from our spider bellies,
singing songs of Solomon,
how quickly we glide

and now the web breaks.