Tale Of A Fly Or Life From The Sky

She’s spinning, quietly spinning into
The night, and she crawls with
Elegance from string to string to
Unite them all in subtle sight.
She works without light, driven
Sweetly by spite, and she’s
Spinning, quietly spinning into
The night, and spinning so
Precisely, so knowingly and
Decisively for she knows that
Enticingly is the only hope for
Liveliness tomorrow night. So
She’s spinning, quietly spinning into
The night. And on dawn I see her
Work, it’s a beautiful lurk, and I
Know those strings are lies but they’re
Sparkling in my eyes and I
Want them to be true, but they’re
Lies without virtue, but they’re
All I’ve ever wanted, and
She knows it, too, so
I pursue, and she smiles and
Ties me in our fantasy,
And though in lies, at least
I died happily.