Robert Bruce’s Song


I watch a spider trying to make a web
and stealth of arts
I wonder when the scene will weave into matter
I wonder when its filaments will knit a new world
and though I distort my hours into a logical waste
I do not faint
Like it, I stitch new webs into hope
I suture new webs into my burdensome taste
So that I can try and not cease
Each time it fails,
I shall have the stand to start a new one.

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