SPIDER VENOM
I walk through a present
Saturated with the past
It falls off me in folds
Thick with memory
The most important thing is that
I keep moving
To escape
The cobwebbed genius of what was
Paralysis of spider venom
Awaiting the stationary self
I am determined to go on
That the past will not hold sway
Seductive though it is
Its dreamy numbness, anaesthetic
Sharp painful present
The price of living