Spider Web
I meander in ponderous roads
with my tarantula feet -
a forthrightly crowd
that these silver ribbons
sang like violins
with melancholic notes
descanting oblivion
Because the roads
slithered perfidiously
into a coiled writhing circle
but no one recognizes
the superfluous threats
imposed by blitheness
The lambent steps
ruptured from a lambaste
ricocheting to rue
until the terse sound
dissected its own echoes
and the circle is nothing
but a nebulous limbo.
poem by Norman Santos
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