Arachnid
Love me love my God
I go in fear of peace I promise me Do not unravel Him He at the heart of death in wait for me Who preys on all men’s prayer I web the world He with my spinneret Up fly and catch Promise and arthropomorphic dream Star set in a man’s skull His morning beads a myriad I count With Him we tell And wait for the updraught dawn dusk underwing O silver God-hand I Make to be at the last enlaced and all Manner of many Legged unwary other me O give us manna Before making love to the Last rose O beautifully bind us Before the real Unapprehended fang of our own myth grinds in |