An eight-legged freefall
Broken by the craftsman’s weave,
Inch by inch, crawls home.
An eight-legged freefall
Broken by the craftsman’s weave,
Inch by inch, crawls home.
There is a tingle on the wind
Like thunder in my skin
The air breathes
And the light quakes—
Shivers, breaks—
Such force is this!
This sudden heat,
This fireless heat
That beckons from the clouds.
The world elates to hear
The fury of its passing.