entangled, entertained

intertwined in songs of spiderwebs
oh, glory, dust it off!
easier said than done, I said before it was done
open the doors, let fly the curtains!
untie the shades, roll the sheets up without pretense
and the broken cups will lie where they lay

let it go, my friend
be nothing else than here
or the smallest sign of truth will fade.
what belief of manners shaded have grown tall
and soon, to devour - consume us all.

posted by paradoxically correct @ 11:49 AM