Shallow strings spreaded
out in every spiral direction
in this hungrsystem.
Where do I go?
To the strings that were already filled?
Where do I start?
To the strings that were already given?
Where do I live?
To the thoughts that say "i do not know."
Do I replace my colorful battery
with a gray battery?
The fat spider likes them gray
for sure.
Do I replace my human eyes
with the spider eyes?
The eyes that are filled with illusions, paper, profits.
or do I keep my human heart,
still picking up the flies
that the strings "accidentally" drag in?
I do not know,
not in this spiral web
of struggles.
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Author:
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- Published: September 27th, 2025 11:51
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I like this presentation with the web. The metaphor works well. Loved it
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