Weave, weave spider in compass,
the framework begins,
the crossing of wires,
choose silk or hemp for the start.
I am not disturbed by your laziness or caprice,
challenges my will,
than reasoning,
diminishes my fickleness.
Four paths are,
two with a happy ending,
two dismal,
the animal drinks from the water.
Lulling arms not chosen:
The story begins well (the smile and sanity),
the story starts badly (effort and patience).
For the entire front page,
happy ending if seen in time,
what is, and is not...
O heavenly sapience, what,
if you land on me early,
you take me to the moon as well as to the moon,
the one who had the impulse.
And so did the other two,
being that it begins black or white, I oppose my folly,
what good was the gift?
Life is a finicky game...
My temperance is a wild card.
Photography by Jocelyn Catterson
