DOWN ON COBWEB LANE

i felt like
i got
the hang of it

for one bastard half-second

i felt like

i knew

the way of it

for one tease-clock-tick blim

~

i am 

talking 

about

the resonance & vibration
of the reason & the rhyme

& it has no words
& it has no instruction

i saw that much

i saw Something

for a fucking change

~

then back to the arcade murk 

cobwebs clinging

in the sweat of my face

down on cobweb lane

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