Silk Wisps

 
A discordant absence gnawing
perpetually in my peripheral vision
leaves spiders crawling in my mouth.


I awaken in a transformed room, draped
in shimmering strands of faded memory
silk wisps I pluck at, like an opium harpist


with numbed fingers. I spy the calling
card on the dusty floor, silver embossed
web under His onyx skull... ruby eyes.


Safe is spinned nowhere within this realm,
though I'm thankful for the Master's sharp
mercy, parting you from fear and pain.