Tuesday, September 29, 2015

033.365 - the bind

a spider web fills the door frame
on this side, darkness
outside, sunlight perhaps
on this side, cool and damp
outside, heat, sand gusts
on this side, a vague shape
perhaps a bed
perhaps an altar
perhaps a woman sleeps thereon
outside, children's voices
children at play but out of sight
on this side, a ewer
what smells and tastes like water
outside, a well a woman sometimes visits
on this side, room to pace
without approaching the maybe bed
outside, sand to the horizon
but sometimes a camel train
men walking beside it
walking, perhaps, away
and all that intervenes is
a spider web that fills the door frame

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