all there is
all I am
all the world
this silken
expression
this sullen
creation of mine
creating me.

I feel the
woven masterpiece
as I feel my own
pulse,
it is my pulse and
it is my innermost
being.

It is all I do
all I want.

It is all I feel
All I am.

It is all there is
All I need.

Provider of nourishment
Provider of pleasure.

Provide me with all my Politics
All my playthings

Through all my pain and suffering
It follows with me.
through all my ecstacy
It is there.

My tool for being,
I allow this web my all
It is my all
It is me.

This web is all there is.
My web is all there can be.
This is the world,
this is the universe.

My edible playthings enter my
World, my web, my universe,
To toy with me,
to amuse me.
To nourish me.
Find pleasure in me.

With them I play life’s games
On my web.
They become life’s games,
My web.

I came across a door today,
tried to walk through too,
but it was closed.

I couldn’t get inside,
and the person inside
(I knew there was a person inside)
refused to come out:
refused to see a different perspective
of the world,
from the outside.

The door stayed closed.

Reminded me of so many minds I’d come across –
the persons inside
refusing to come out,
refusing to see the world from
a different perspective.

Those minds stayed closed.

I walked through a door right now.
I just hope I opened it.