Web Spun

black widow of the web

suspended tone in an unresolved cadence
cast in a cross rythmn of syncopation
ones and zeros, zeroes and ones
dropped into the ether suspended from a thread

webbed sticky

it ensnared my mind

twisting and turning

further enmeshed by its sticky contaminating confusion
warping to distortion

the reality of a

stunning
killing
silence

what I knew, I discovered, I did not know,
what I did not know, I discovered, I did know;
and what I discovered I knew was cruelly drained

by the black

widow of the web

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