The Spoonbill Generator

Since We Are Seldom Decoded

Caught in cobwebs, smothered by your love       [F ]

Into the dusty corners of infinity,       [Apsley ]

A black widow, eight-armed, guards her prey       [F ]

From those that pry and prod and harm       [Apsley ]

The skeins of love are sticky, intricate       [F ]

Diadems in the rustiness of space       [Apsley ]

We exude ourselves to weave a web       [F ]

To amaze and stultify the earth       [Apsley ]

Contributors: F, Apsley.
Poem finished: 5th October 2004 by F.