I, spider, wait in hope with monolithic patience
My web shivering by starlight
Moist ice of tangled spittle
I can feel it
Pulsate though my feet
Are its fingers broken into
Fisty knots of tears, crying for contact?
The zodiac stares down, through the layers of sky's breath
The stars weep, unaware of the patterns
"Is there anybody there?" speaks Death
Oh, where art thou?
Oh, where art thou?
Where doth you lie?
Where art thou?