Nothingness - Poem by Brett Rogers
I wish I was a little spider
Hanging in a corner between two plaster walls (a guide wire wrapped around the kitty-corner outlet)
Just waiting … no pressure,
For the world, for sustenance,
To eventually come to me,
Skinny-limbed and stout-bodied, not yet a Daddy …
A quiet, all alone.
I want to dip beneath the rays of expectation,
And snuggle into an existence
Of any substance,
Ambition or drive –
To untether and balloon
Amongst the oxygen and nitrogen.
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