A little Billie, a little Buckley. A little bittersweet, a little blue. Whiskey and smoke. No mirrors.
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I鈥檓 an idea, I am not real
a gossamer thread of spiderweb
don鈥檛 break the strand when it floats by
an alien thought, a whispered lullaby
let me spin, let me design
these patterns only I know, let me unwind
let me drift, I鈥檓 best unknown
gloriously free and alone
I鈥檓 an idea, I am not real
a fragile cord, unseen, ignored
I need to build something for me
though I鈥檓 not sure yet what it will be
let me spin, let me design
these patterns only I know, let me unwind
let me drift, I鈥檓 best unknown
gloriously free and alone
Spiderwebs by Jessi Robertson, October 2011
