wrythe presents....
return home

cobwebs have creeped up the inside of the vase.
it's the familiar case where
the spider is nowhere to be seen.
but day by day, without fail, the plethora of silk
grows upon itself, catching no new things,
and home to no visible arachnid, until one day
one day, you wipe the vase, and it is clean.
you knock the whole universe down.
then the spider can start over again.


no sense of a future: