Perpendicular Life

Things meld with design
For a long time
I would notice the odd
Really, the exception
I would stare
I would wake with
The snap of consciousness

Then I became cocooned
In a web work of webbing
I could feel the spray of
Liquid sticky silk
Really, a kind steel
I was no longer at
Loose ends

Who would have thought
God was an arachnid
I could feel the fangs

Of existence
Drink the blood of life
Really, redistributing it
Life in the transcendental