look here--
the web in your pupil
the fibers knotted around it
dense, you wouldn't notice
unless you were desperate
against the mirror
for a way forward, through the glass
the signs are scattered
wherever you look
you could unravel following
these threads,
but the thud of flesh
on glass, is the only answer
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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