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
great post
Wow