spiders walk on sad days in varied color
with competing poisons, landscape shelled and grey
to construct a railway over the soul
with no voice announcing, with no more music
twining the girders together

each storied cubbyhole blasting rouge light,
socket pried of viewer sapiens
dragging the body of a long mantis
folding the jagged skinny limbs
to construct a double, with no voice
finding a circuit,

to play on the force-field of the inner being
like a water-bug paws on the white light
of artificial water, cleaning the cobwebbed drawers
over and over in a dorm stack or a roman castle,
the tuned breath of religion, deck chairs set out
on the nature of a sun becalmed