Folly.

I have thought myself a spider
Sitting atop the weave
Unentangled

I have been
Blind
To the strands ensnaring me

Dragonwasp
Descent from the North
Birds
Ashes
Hyacinth-
flowers
Foxglove
Lust
Wrath
Wil -
– and Shaeliss
Chopper’s Alley
Greed
Strange corpses
Thorn
Pride
Flesh and ink

Everything leading here
And where?

Stone
Twin
Serpents
Mating
and
Devouring

qe’Ra’si’Ja
?

Haunted by memory

I cannot see
The pattern as I used

Am I not just an observer
In this?

I must recall more