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The Spider-god

Sitting here one breezy summer night
Hearing the cricket's and hound's cries
While glancing out into the moonlight
And to add to my dreary sighs
I notice a moth caught in a spider's web
Yet not still or gently dead
Melancholy struck as I found a muse
That I was singing the same blues
As a moth quivering in that thread
The bug and me on a symbolic plane
Both ready to become insane
For each dimensional path
Leading to mental or physical freedom
Is blocked by the Spider-god's wrath
For the most part of my earthly days
I have been caught in strife
Entangled in life's sticky ways
Every where I turn
Living is a constant squirm
In the impervious yarn
Of the Spider-god's charm
.The time has come
For the deed to be done
And the moth will never see
Another morning jubilee
I am the only mourner at his funeral
As I watch his in his silky tomb
My heart is filled with gloom
For at his free will

The Spider-god could weave my doom.

John Earle

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