
You're drawing down the moon
You know
That some small flying thing
Will be here soon
I'm casting into cyberspace
The tendrils of my web
A hungry, unknown artist
Not
Another dull celeb
The beauty of my photograph
Will catch you if it can
Spinning world illusions
All for unsuspecting men
I ask you
For a little while
To stick with me
Immersed in poem-pictures
Life suspended
On the cyber-tree
The web of grandma spider
Will drain you of your blood
While
Cocoons of poem-pictures
Can transform your mood
If you think you are a caterpillar
Climbing up a leaf
I bring a transformation
And a solace for your grief
Unlike the hairy spider
I am not a creeping thief
From your dreary daily burdens
I bring relief
If looking into beauty
You fear that you will die
I offer you a rebirth
See
A butterfly
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