soaring high above the arabian sea
a spider ponders what was and was not meant to be
three friends and a son bade goodbye with patience
one of five days and a pretty one of two years
mothers and sons known forever
a bond to last eternity and heaven and ever
the spider gazes and senses the vibrations
americans + their french caps thrust upon barren wombs
as what is behind may not be unkind
distancing one another shall break and sever
what pledges and promises
however seemingly unfair + unkind
is an unassuming innuendo
and an uninspiring crecendo
as james bond penetrates the far reaches of unknown
what lies beneath may await to be released and blown
for 3 thousand years they lay embedded,
entombed by montains
encapsulated, entangled in a ferrocious twist
may gog and magog be at peace
for the spider's time may not release
as dogs and geckoes war in fancy
we head home and break journey
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