Words like graceless spinnerets
Robbed of legged homes
The creatures climbed and kept them safe
But they could not remain that way
Space, it beckons to them now
Across the tapestry of light and sound
And brainwaves
Through the telephonic mouths of children
Trapped in adult plans
Words like milk and honey flow
Your life grows old, but your thoughts don’t dull
They’re only muffled with stress
You are Thesaurus, hear him roar
Your diction, pretty dinosaur
Is the fossil of an old soul
The meteors fall and comets sail
And your music loudens to no avail
But from the ashes come spiders
With struggling silken memories in tow
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