Her back's turned to me as I look on from afar
with one of her mokos who hangs off her leg
She turns to face me but does nothing else
just watching me, surveying me, sussing me out
She's a large, big, black spider at least two meters long
with glistening eyes and glistening hairs
An hourglass figure with a regal behind
reminds me of Ladies in Victorian times
She now stands in front and tests me somemore
one single long leg, pawing the ground
But I stand and I wait, with nothing to fear
but ambivalent about what her visit may mean
She rears up in the air and starts moving her arms
spining and weaving invisible thread
Above me I look and see cords spiraling down
and through them the Universe passes me by
I travel and hurtle through outer space
with stars and nebulas dotted around
She continues to weave and continues to spin
even while spiraling back down to the ground
This Lady of Old interests me now
outside of space and outside of time
as I continue to ponder on who she might be
I wake with a smile and quiet energy
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