all these arachnaic fables
sticky, stringy, text woven round
globules of encased enchantment
creation myths, tragedies, dramas, tragicomedies, epics
a world of spoken and subliminal messages
meanings meander streams of knowing
we sit in silence, where you can hear an awful lot
of what arises in the moment, unheeded by most
spider insider boasts news of the now
holy cow, a Universe in a dusty corner
of the ceiling of a dream, whispers all that may be
listen...
the past flows through the present to beyond
fields where we may meet or fail to
in futures uncertain that pale to
the woozily unstructured story of here and wow
all you have dreamed and been driven to do
libraries without copyright
free as the sky
sharing of documents
between sympathetic minds
knowledge and wisdom
become one and the same
the names of all things
and the thing without name
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