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                                   i hold your hand

       because i thought you loved me;

       those games are better left

       for the sane.

                                —John Thomson

Do you know how I can tell

that you are very concerned?

That’s the spirit.  Enmeshed

within (or upon) your web,

I try every sticky angle.

The spirits do assess.

I am told that a goblin

once laughed a melan-

choly laugh upon (or

over) my travails.  With

tail tucked inward I heave

and weep childishly in hopes,

in heaven’s hopes, to un-

secure the spider’s hold.