ĎSpider

How did it ever catch my attention?

The flimsy little spider with wispy legs

I was just brushing my teeth off

Winking back at my figure in the bathroom mirror

From the upper palate to the recesses of my dim interior

I glimpsed the spider smaller than a penny

A speck of existence, a buried hue amid the vibrant towels

First, there is the sobriety that the spider seems to put on

Then my contempt for the legged things walking on the ground.

A clash of two species, completely meaningless to each other

Yet I recklessly write about it.

It is a symbol. A little spider without pomp

Never tries to scare

Nor to answer my stare

If there is meaning in it, is he aware?

I wrote “a lucid sobriety in tranquil dignity”

Trying to figure out its place in the equation of algebraic infinity.

It stays where it is, stuck for a long time now

As if waiting the allotted instant to vanish

Or a suicidal hand to finish. I have the supremacy.

The unconscious spider unknowing weaves a web,

A web of consciousness that catches my eyes in its trap

I am stuck. I saw it on the wall and I cannot stop thinking why.