In the misty Sunlight, beyond the Shadows that overhang;
above the fields of Swaying vibrant Green Ocean.
Is Spun the trap of life, a net for natures fish, called mist;
and yeah!....... there is that Creeping death around, and Abound.
" Fly free my young Inbred Sleek Black winged Creature;
Across my ocean!....yes, yes!.....my Great wild Ocean Green.... not Blue.
The Jungle of Smaller life.....they thrive below my home of Silk;
Once more! yeah..... do I hear it pull.....
the web of Death entraps you!
" Struggle! oh, do! do! do! oh, Please, Struggle Please!;
it's all the less work, that Soon, although a new trap......
oh, woe, a new trap of Silk I will be forced to make...
for you may twist, and twirl, oh little thing;
though once you did fly before you met me, not another.......
Not Another flight will you ever make!"
" The wind blows on, Calling for you nymph; why?.....why?... it asks....
On the Breeze..... ' Don't you fly.... endlessly, oh endlessly free?'
Across the plains of Such an ocean So Green?-
for you are the fly, and I the Spider;
oh, yes! you Can not fly anymore!
for oh in my Jealousy, for I have not wings; you Struggle......
you twist! you twirl! In my web friend;
you just tighten deaths steel forged door....."
7/14/91
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