Dear Spider,
spin your web
if you must,
over my stairs
when I walk
I will watch it wisp
in the breeze
beading water
along your careful
silver lines
but if I should
lose my balance
they will not
hold my blundering
weight
My body will fall
through your livelyhood
ripping your roof
from the walls of mine
and you will have to
begin it all again
in the fashion
of a hunter
who must keep moving
to survive.
Love,
Muse
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 