Analogous to the previous time, and the epoch before,
millions of spiders,
every one of them emulating the same intentions.
A spiderweb in every distant refuge.
You can't run,
you can't hide from her
forbidden pleasures and dark desires.
Furthermore I permit trust,
to extricate my soul from her yet.
Help!
My heart echoes as she excites closer,
my eyes closed tight shut,
praying for........
but its too late, my season has come,
she claims another carefree sacrifice.
This is a world of hungry spiders,
insatiable and irresistible.
I'm not paranoid.
Mark Snellgrove
12 August 1996