Tarantula
The patience of stone, whose surface belies calm.
Neither warm nor cold, but unfeeling.
It digresses and turns inward, a vessel reversed
in course, in body, in function, the
outward notion separate but inclusive,
darkness expanding, the moist
earth crumbling yet holding its form:
acceptance of fate become
another’s mouth,
the means to closure and affirmation
driven not by lust nor fear
but through involuntary will.
Neither warm nor cold, but unfeeling.
The patience of stone.
“Tarantula” first appeared here in February 2015.
O at the Edges 
An involuntary will….. Closure & affirmation. Nice one there!
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Things happen… 🙂
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Lovely. I love spiders. Their do an important job. Though in this world the growing lack of insects life we will all pay the cost for our thoughtless damage to the environment 😢
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They are so interesting!
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