• sitting on my tombstone, in shades of white
    my bones dark in this lonely night.
    i did my deeds; the raging steed-
    carelessly sewing my seed.
    the future looks bitter and the past is wrong;
    i seek comfort all day long.
    someday i know she will come
    and free me from the web I've spun.
    no longer a spider i will be-
    no longer alone; a fish in the sea