My life on a spindle

As the spider weaves,

As the nightmares dream.

The story of life is a tapestry,

Burning in ashes under Helios.

We all toil at our spindles,

But do we know the thread

That’s gonna strangle us?

As the strings on a guitar sing,

I think of the hideous  gibberish…

Maybe Athena will come and haunt me too.

© Chan Po Lo Paul at 2013’s Christmas

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