Spider edging closer

A vision state
A lucid dream
Closed eyes a pillow soft
A ream
Of pages, thoughts the ceiling high
The cornice cracked it’s the third eye
Perceives a figure
8 legs crawling
Hears a baby somewheres bawling
Can she see the spider, she
Hears it’s crackling feet
Can we
Observe this creature
Black and slowly
Edging closer
Far from holy.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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