Elucidating Questions

In the clouds where the arachnid queen waits she is ready,

Does the gravity get me? Does the gravity catch me?

An endless sea of air as the ocean is far but beautiful we want to see her, in her beauty when she is calm and peaceful

Trapped within a bubble that threatens to burst if we continue by this path that hurts worse.

What hurts worse though? What did we miss?

Beyond the reaches of the outside stand billions upon billions of others and being one in that mass is a statistical impossibility it is highly unlikely so we hear a bird calling and feel the burn of legs standing perfectly still.

There’s an outside to it but it’s harder to get to than any vision of the stars they speak of other things, nostalgia on the line as the ages old light finally finds a target.

The arachnid queen is a river and a waterfall she is far away, she is falling down slowly there.

The rest are dispersed.

The light of love appears in the yet lit sky of what twilight feels like. Backwards. With no chance of context.

The books that sit in their boxes laugh.

I hadn’t even made that connection.

Now the proof of it is gone.