A little spider makes a life in just this room
Her gentle bite is in no way a cause of death
In the spirit of her victims a sweet bleeding opens forth
Through which their souls fly down to the kingdoms of gloom
Their own brains get filled up of a strange brilliance
Their eyes get blinded to the present world. Opened
Upon contorted views of wild and beautiful
Which, broken, try to form another Universe.
Exquisite suffering in a center of web
Don't move her any bit, don't wake her anyway!
Forget her here and continue walking...
Or if you want to live among the suns and stars,
Wait here just a blink, wait calmly as you can
The godly biting and the eternal pain.
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Moon Steer, 1995 |