All seeing
confidently commits to the kill
knowing after all
He can fail.
Grasping and gasping for air, falling-
Still- soaring in circles,
subdued in submission.
Resigned to a risk,
not for Nothing.
Tenacious talons will tell
He keeps hunting around,
as a matter of life and death
never quitting...
An intricate, symmetric web design,
a netting of nightly nuisance,
the magical machination of the arachnid,
in sinewy fracturable strands-
in an encrypted complex pattern.
So the spider must re-do, re-sew
His yarn anew with each moon,
re-fabricating a miracle, laying his labyrinths,
never quitting…
Beyond prepositional propositions:
To fish is not to catch-To want is not to need-
To have does not necessitate-The gravitation pull of greed-
As a means to an end-Let us pretend-
We could not fail- in Our personal tale-
needing revising, strategizing,
Meaning,
intention, Willful suspension...
Tick-tock the clock, the pendulum of idleness
pity us cursed humans
we sway so easily, steady she goes,
resigned in rhetorical routine.
A regular beat, monotonous, sonorous,
the triangle rings in our ears,
resounding all hollows, our bell may toll,
heavy in our burdens of want.
Reverberating need-pangs of truth
To strive or quit-To stay or split
persist and exist, to opt out-to prefer never
to quit again or die
trying
another time?
