Blue spider
That relentless and
Obstinate
Climbs up
The Parliament façade
The town sleeps
But
The blue spiders
Move
Without quiet
Without sleep
Lust
And excitement
And angst
Combined
Together in a mix
Of the emotions.
For the mix of the emotions
Let it be supreme
Over
The emotions separate
That be
To Evolution’s march
The nearer
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