Spiders
Long forgotten
Still I chose
To go back to sleep
Only fifteen minutes
To the alarm
Shortly
Afterwards
In the stillness of the day
The early light
With movement only
Of birds and superstitions
Not a breath of breeze
The white sky sure
To turn to blue
In the fullness of the day
Time to move on
Work out
What is meant
By crows
Or flies or spiders
Long since forgotten
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