Angel
The glass spider skates across
Dark demented waters, it glides
On spindly, unsure strands of legs.
It is a beautiful thing, to believe,
But when the belief is shattered, scattered,
Entire galaxies explode
With violent contradictions,
The antimatter of indifference,
The not-what-is of what-should-be.
The glass spider loses balance,
Through no action (or inaction) of its own,
Through no voluntary act of resignation,
Its strength, its essence, cut off,
Severed from reality, and from fantasy...
Dreams are not too far removed from reality....
The glass spider, the much-too-feeling arthropod
Feels too much, I-- it feels too much,
It will never surrender this love:
I will never surrender this love.
June 15, 2001
Created 06/15/01 / Last modified 06/15/01 by
Giovanni Dania
Copyright (c) 2001 by
Oh My God I'm Bleeding Ventures