Spiderweb
Compressed predator instincts
Exist in the most primitive dimension
Textile complex of nerves
Mixture of nebulas and herbs
Blinking imperfect echoes
Is it a crop of static points?
Yet there’s no sign of growth
No sprouting into a G minor code
A multi-fingered park
For a suicide octagon roll?
Most probably
Horde of wormholes on the wall
Dementia brought cheese mentality
Expose your paper gestures
And fold
Extreme fisherman-frontal jump
Into the scribbled reflections of
A starving point
Copyright © Cesar Cantu | Year Posted 2009
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