With bewilderment and frustration
I lay in my bed and watch with fascination
as a three foot spider slowly ascends upon my wall
It looks at me with evil concentration
and speaks in a voice filled with self- righteous, indignation
about the moral implications of life without salvation
Hissing lofty promises of eternal damnation
for everyone who doesn�t follow its each and every word
The spider states its strange proclamation
like some misforgotten orientation
And suddenly I�m overcome with a sense of realization
I now must live in a world
where insects can speak and grow so large
With a shaky voice I assert a stuttering declaration
without the slightest decree of external validation
this must be some kind of weird hallucination, I decide
For certainly spiders can neither talk nor grow this large
I pull the covers over my head in utter jubilation
at my newly discovered revelation
There is no giant spiders crawling upon my wall
I laugh with joyful contentment
Snickering in nervous apprehension
No giant spiders
Just the tangled webs
they leave behind
