Ari's Planet

Spider

Unmeditating in my symmetric castle
still, between quiescent impulses
of ganglionic links
in curled veins I sleep.
Dew lays all night
across the trusses of my snares.
Those who occluded the moon
on drunken flights--
cords compress their wings,
mouthed operations carefully dissect.
My resilient knot cannot be torn
my children are loosed--
from canopies they stream
across delusional orbits,
their venoms ply courses
through dark forests,
lost cities.

September 17, 2006