life is fleeting…
…and I am but a fly…
Sometimes
I think too much
Lately
I hardly think at all
My brain
Dormant spider eggs
Thoughts hatch
A million little spiders
Crawling out my eyes
My mouth
My ears
I can’t make it stop
When I want to
I can’t make them start
When I want to
My mind
A hive
Or an empty space
Filled with cobwebs
Until dreams come
Bug repellent
Sleep
Peace and quiet
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