11. The Bath



I am a spider trapped in the bath

The sides designed by non-spiders

To generate cheap laughs


I miss my family and some of my friends

This loneliness can send a spider around the bend

I wish I was a fly, a wasp or bee 

I wish I was anything but a spider like me


Outside this place I did not see a spider like me

Just thousands of spiders I didn't want to be

So I went on a search and found myself here

A lost and lonely eight legged sightseer


So I sit and I think, but I can’t do the math

It seems like forever I’ve been in this bath

Spiders before me have struggled to get out

Most don't live past the big shout 


Shall I create a Great Spider God 

And praise him for saving me from the bog?

Maybe if I repent and give him amends 

He will send for help and my other spider friends

Or shall I clean and polish up my soul

So it glides with grace through the distant plug hole?


Outside, the webs I have spun will soon dissolve in the noonday sun

I’m out of ideas and too tired to run

Will my time pass here in more spider years?

Maybe things will change, perhaps with just a little rain

A chance to start again 

A life after this and long after the drain





The B Side


The Fog of More



Do you remember what it was like before the clouds rolled in

Do you remember that feeling

So bright and clear like a moment that lasted a year

A million voices in one cheer

All hairs stood to attention

Waiting on the universe to begin its creation

One note, one light and one thought so bright

Do you remember what it was like



Was that the moment it happened

Was that our chance

Was that our only moment of feeling

A glimpse of flying, before the years of kneeling

The helix of responses on a sea so revealing

An ancient sound of undiluted silence

Searches each mouth's meaning

To taste the truth

And drink it pure 

Knowing what was sure

A booming clarity on the crystal shore

Before the fog of more

Before the clouds rolled in.

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