(Spider on rock
Salutes DayMoon)
There is a feverish silken cobweb
That buries itself heatherly
The simple dew
Coagulates
It forms and unforms carefully
Giving the ebb and flow of the tide
Solace and respect
The cool sweat standing on my brow
Is thrashed away
Anxiety vanished in this
Parsecian void
A calm that comes from simply looking
To a place
That gawps and yawns ridiculous
Even borrowing itself
into itself
Breath remembers
Forgiveless and only with remorse
For the dispossessed
Who are humbled already
And therefore have mercy
On those cast earthly
Just as was
Milton's hero
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