there’s no delirium that doesn’t pass through the Arachnoid’s web — Orphic fingers strumming air — subtle as […]

& so again the midnight chimes — if words their loved=ones gone to pieces — humxn privacy was […]

of the unwinding & arrangement of threads there can be no doubt — so many lines all unaware […]

the portrait hung on a wall — on which wall the Arachnoid cldn’t remember — it was long […]

but a spider is never more singular than when it dies in the very act of multiplication — […]

the Arachnoid is driving through the dead hours past high walls of yellowflowered prickly pear — through the […]