A cradle of time

Vexed; widow spider
Lazing on your Ida
…down
Don’t point your index
…Finger.
Or behave as if you’re
Not nearer…
Too being, found.

How, unobtrusively
…do you sleep?
Might I knock you?
Off your perch..!
And spirit you away…
Till naught of you
Can ever be found…
… Suspended… off the ground.

Oh, in who’s pinched?
… Cradled hours…
Might you
…one day, leap
All dewy… dismembered
...webbed…
In the winds vespers
Too Keep.