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
- Metaphase (salonipandya.wordpress.com)