a_spider's_web sleepless Shifting between worlds and places Different people, different faces. Trying to gauge prevailing mood Ignoring murmurs of a feud. Conversing over hidden walls Dodging queries, missing calls. Avoiding gazes, stopping short In case a slip-up might be caught. A complex web of thoughts and deeds Can plant the most intriguing seeds. Watered by the rain of rumour Flowers blossom all the sooner. One word should not make others weep The meaning may not be so deep. A tantalising drop of feeling Can falsely send emotions reeling. Don't look too far into the lens And dream of how the story ends. Sometimes it pays to stand aside Experience the fairground ride. But sinking deep into the brine Is what I do most of the time. This path is one that I still trace To break out of a darker place. 010228 ... bob fish incey-wincey spider... 010301 ... florescent light went up the water spout... 010301 ... sleepless damn, I started this spider's web thing and now I've forgotten the rest of the poem. 010301 ... girl_jane I like the ones in the summer-the ones between the rails of the deck all covered with dew in the morning and they shine and shimmer in the sunrise light... 020310 ... once again We used to sing... there's a web like a spider's web, made of silk and light and shadow, spun by the moon in my room at night... a kind of joyful harmony... it's a web made to catch a dream, hold it tight till I awake and tell me that dream is all right... Good Night. 031124 what's it to you? who go blather from