There are spiders in my head,
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.
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