| This poem is entered in Gossamer shadows stunting growth fearing the unknown trapping the spirit in a web Web laced with enticement come and try again lured, only to be stepped on handily like a spider smashed to hell Hell knows repetition Dismiss all that might be good make up your mind in advance follow tightly with what you are told Told to vanquish the hopes and dreams of one who never quite found their way Oh yes, feel proud that you achieved something as you took care of her vision Vision closing any sense of seeing the truth for what it is Gestured by a clan for the slaughter A writer's work burned on the altar Altar of the unseeing throng descends into nothing much to see except the lights from unimportant Gossamer shadows dismissed to nothing but words on a page 25 lines |