Rage is a Spider

 

The night is all the time:

One day it will see light

(Like a bird seeing its reflection

While hitting its last window)

 

Hidden in our senses the outsider,

It holds another face, self-butchered

(Weaving seams like barn spiders,

Patching deep scars, cheaply sutured)

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It burrows to survive, those dainty legs

Making a pastry of memory’s archives

(The night is all the time,

One day it will see the light)

 

In a switch the mind is gone; the spider

Crawls, leaking out of the right ear

(Dripping like a leaky faucet onto a

Fraying doormat, long abandoned)

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The outsider is useless, dormant,

A waiting doormat of abuses

(Waiting for its moment to see the light,

Like a bird seeing its last window)

 

The trigger is set and the rage has won:

Sleep buddy, then the fear will get gone!

(The mirror cast a light too strong

Like a bird hitting its last window)

🔶

Hidden in our senses, the outsider,

It holds another face, self-butchered

(Weaving seams like a barn spider,

Patching deep scars, cheaply sutured)

 

The night is all the time:

One day it will see light

(Like a bird seeing its reflection

While hitting its last window)

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