The Spin Poem by Eddie Roa

Driven to a corner by resident chimeras
Shivering underneath a self woven tapestry
Depicting grandiose deeds and epical conquests
The thinness of the fabric given rich texture
Only by the magical spins of personal spiders
Giving sheen to drabness through lustrous webs
With the vision of a thousand reflections seen
Details magnified and multiplied by a house fly's eye
The fake brilliance of a cut-glass sunburst exploding


Beyond the ersatz dazzle created by self conceit
Conscience shakes us from our illusions and scatters
The notions created by our futile attempts at greatness