sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Robotic Spiders


Defining arachnophobia in the 2000's. Times change, spiders evolve, fears have to keep pace with the press of technological mastery. 


Icarus

All the wide sky was there to greet him as he steered toward heaven,
Meanwhile the heat of the sun struck his wings,
And ran sweet that which once was wax.




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Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Sanding alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted - Just an earth-bound misfit

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded wrnings, I though I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty, and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

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