Which way to go to find the end
Where strands of gold lie waiting
So many tangled threads to tend
The spider squirms, imprisoned within
The fortress of its own fabrication.
Trapped
02 Wednesday May 2007
Posted in Poetry
02 Wednesday May 2007
Posted in Poetry
Which way to go to find the end
Where strands of gold lie waiting
So many tangled threads to tend
The spider squirms, imprisoned within
The fortress of its own fabrication.
Thanks Billy! This is one of my own favorites for some reason.
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Amazing!
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