Spiders In My Head

There are spiders in my head,

spinning webs.

Intricate designs,

connections in my mind,

they move quickly upon their many legs.


When stimulus gets in,

they pounce on it and spin

it up into a silk cocoon

and then it is consumed.


The labours of my arachnid mind,

trapping all the world inside.


Geometric constructs

direct behaviour and conduct,

which makes me wonder sometimes;

are my thoughts and actions really mine,

or are they the will of the weavers

constructing in my mind?


HG – 2016

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