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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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