Poem 8.22.21 – Webless Creatures

We aren’t time tethered creatures I’m convinced our natureis better bound to the frame of a spider weblessin the wind. Spinning and manifesting, unbothered with fact, math, and reality. We spin our web of desires sewing anchors, gripping space;the creases where hollow fictionsare merged into more!A sporadic spinster forming tendrils rapidly growing stronger than aContinue reading “Poem 8.22.21 – Webless Creatures”