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upon the dusty shelf of my mind
Leaving fine threads of web in the empty spaces.
Not visible until it’s too late then no matter how you wipe
they seem to bind
Covering your skin and tormenting as you claw at your face
So beautiful and delicate yet terrifying to the depths
Cataclysmic is too kind of a word it’s too clean and scientific
No single word can hold your true meaning
You are beautifully all encompassing blood curdling horrific
You are an event, a time, a generation
Yet I see only the love when ever I chance upon your gaze
The next stage, the last stage, evolution
I tremble and hope you go away, then I pray that you never leave.
If these are the last days let me die in your grip
Now I know I am that fly unable to resist the temptation
even though I have seen my brethren twist for their very life
Slowly every moment becomes a revelation.
It is an obsession that drives closer in to what I desire
Now owning the ability to turn from your beautiful eyes
I can dance away from the edge of the fire
I refuse to, it is no longer about live or die.
Sometime you just have to see what it is all about
Live each twist and turn
Sometimes you need to feel the spiders bite
And I live to feel that glorious burn.
©5-2-11 MJMansfield
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