What We Should Have Forgotten Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a spider
in the vortex of
my mind

it dwells there
and every
day and every night
it is weaving

from its mouth
its food
its choice of words
a house
of poems

a kingdom
of images
where i shall live
where you shall
read
where you can become
another
figment of
some imaginations


there is another spider
in the vortex of your
mind
that weaves that hunger
that thirst
that longing
that feeling of imperfection

its moving
like a pendulum
it is revolving like a planet
to an eternal
circumlocution

these are the spiders in our
minds
that make us
all
human
always missing something
always remembering
what we should have forgotten.