Monday, June 06, 2016

The nightweb

Overnight the net has been laid.
Tangled tresses,
uncombed and sticky,
silent entrapments
for unwary travellers;
in the dark corner
in the dangerous unlight
tendrils under sentry touch.
Ambush set
this pseudo-smoke
a dumb anticipation
in filamental beauty.
The nightmare spans
in the fallow eyeless night.

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