Spider on my face
Brings me here
Today I am awake
Now to write again
The silence of her feet
Rebukes my silence
Gentle I am told
No more to hide
No more to wait
Such small things as my words
Are called upon by her
And I don’t understand
That never matters
When they call us we must come
Or wake to find them on us
Every disturbed night
// Eoten
