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Spider poet spins web
Come to the breast
Thirsty fools, ye that feign tear the Net,
And I will remind you
That day, one year back
That day
Spider poet clipped your floppy wings
Fluttering in airy delight
You did not know as you flew high
Where the Net was
Return to your dreams, dear,
Climb down this green terrace with care,
Return…
The room within the room awaits,
And when that room closes on you
O! Bask you shall in security.
Yes, security to undress
And call in your warm embrace
The thirsty fool
And the thirsty fool
Will enjoy the flavour
Like a cup of warm tea poured on dish
The social self-deceiver
The social termite, wretched,
Nibbling the winged creeper...
While you dream and dream
The spider poet
The spider poet spins web…
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