Spider 2

Hair-rigged arachnid

Intruder in the corner of my eye

Legs rising, falling, in waves to gain my pillow

Palps raised, entering the sacred pool of light

Out-of-body consciousness

What else did you expect to find?

Bound in déjà vu

Could it be the light that draws you?

My exhalations?

I batted you away, as before

A faithful re-enactment

My apologies

No harm intended, then or now

One more page, then I need to rest

I’ll brush your Gothic presence to one side

Turn off the light

Excuse me if I don’t acknowledge you

With luck, I’ll be asleep