Thought of After Sight

Words swirl around:

like a ballerina

twirling on the back of the spider

as it weaves away below her-

displaying her new dress;

for the whole world to see.

Each spin-

a new day, a new path;

another road emerges through

the swirling chaos

upon looking

back through the fog.

They spin and spin but never escape;

eloquence always the wit of afterthought-

Spin-

Turn around

and around

and around again.

Each day

a new way

lost again

and again

and again

in the fog.

Twirl round ballerina-

twirl round

at the touch of the weaver’s webs;

stumbling crashing bumping falling

instead of

the dance seen in the weaver's head.