ARACHNE
I implored
the goddess
for an advance
to cover my needs
willfully mishearing
she proffered advice regarding
my need for brevity,
to come to the point
write the scenes
in strict succession
creating characters
who could not
fail
to convince
and thus, my fingers
immediately responded
inspired divinely
exploded at once
across the keyboard
worlds
apart from my usual plod
pinging away, spinning tales
rich in revolutionary output
soon impinging
upon a critical mass
whereupon
I dreamt such
a perfectly sound and logical
left-brained dream
much scissor snip snap
and fabric flowing
output growing
and the clothes by no
means invisible but
fit for an Emperor
consummately tailored
yet desperately clinging
whilst
the goddess acknowledging
my supremacy in
the very shape
ot this transformation
ss I
rappel, abseil, become
finest
weaver of treachery
suspended by
the divine strength of silk,
my silk
and you now dangling, reader,
hanging on for dear life.
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