Webs
Beautiful webs.
Spidery, and the spiders know everything.
Now they are cobbling cobwebs.
In a basement.
The basement is where there are sounds of leaking and creaking.
Sounds that are not meaningful.
Webbing that used to be like connections and ideas-
That are not meaningful these days.
The webs waver a bit from the draft in this cold place.
The spiders died.
And spiders know nothing.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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