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.