The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there--
Its two webs.
The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
Well I think Mr Witt nailed it. The tattoo is like the objects in the world, it touches us but is not exactly us but it becomes a part of us. So light helps us take in the world just as a spider connects this to that as if a filament of its web connects all to us and us to all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great writing and it is an interesting poem.