Cry of a chatterbox


I am a spider

With a difference.


He kept falling

Back into the murk and death

While trying to climb

And reach new vistas, security and comfort.


I keep climbing

Only to step on booby traps and live coal

Leaving the security and true comfort

Of sublime passivity and silence behind.

15th May 1996


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