1881
6.54
23.ii.25
to the world roar
all attending
where we are
it could all happen
it might not bright
this is a much darker world
they say it’s all in your head heart
you can hear
machine we have in mind
and the grinding halt?
still there’s a stillness
here’s a tiny spider
diaphanous
almost not at all
and that’s how it is to be
I believe
all edge and slipping
it’s only from a certain angle
the fine web shines
that’s if the moon
that’s why
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