I am weightless, floating slightly above my body,
preparing to write about what I do not know.

I understand now what the old man meant,
about the shadows of stars and other mysteries.

One minute I am Dionysus, naked and golden,
crying alone in the middle of a crowded room,

chopping onions, dams bursting, talking to no one.
The same minute, slightly different vibration,

I am a raconteur, The Spider Lady, standing on
my stage for your judgement and enjoyment,

sticky web behind me made of memories,
the kind that lead to stasis in those who are lost.

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