Spiders were on my mind
9/6/2023 when I came across ŊGAM DÙ
Human Being, is an idea he said Con/Jur/d, 9/6/2023 earlier in the day, after armed with small broom, broken feather duster, hunting spiders, from bow to stern and reading a poem feeding perch, with an eight-legged body we were addressing our missing mooring ball, kept us anchored tethered, among wind and waves bound, webbed walking, felt a soft bit between lips and gums, spitting commented there was a spider in my mouth didn’t understand the gasps of horror forgot, our mammalian status systems of classification gone although, one can guess at the diet, by the color of the scat saw small flying green protein treats after all the scrubbing away returns the next day, beneath sticky gossamer zodiacs color coded nothing as elegant, connected as the Mambila divination by Spider ŊGAM DÙ is there anything more human? needing clear answers truth although, in order to understand it taps, tremors, leaves, and sticks need to drop human leave only being. ŊGAM DÙ
Most importantly, we rarely ask you to go off-site but this is seriously worth it:
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 9/6/2023