Ask me my name.
Inquire my worth.
You're asking questions
Beyond this body, my birth.
Whenere to start
Leads to how I stop.
I'm the spectrum of color,
And the complete absence. Not even a drop.
Black and white,
We're far past skin-deep.
I'm radiating, positively launching
Love, beauty, life in all this keep.
Dark forest green
Pine-scented emerald hues call to my soul.
Lay me to rest in damp drowsy earth brown,
Or ride my heart song bursting bright yellow full.
Crimson snaked rooting
Emanate out from underfoot
While indigoed violet
Flower showers from my crown conduit.
I'm everything and nothing.
A give and a take.
Indefineable yet needing definition
I'm paradoxical joy, All-knowing and ignorant
Any little thing I choose to make.
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Hanging down was the spider in a web. I screamed like a child; it was over my bed, hairy, black, and ready to pounce. I am sure it’s going to eat me, and every last ounce. So I grab my cricket bat. "Come, spider, bring it on." "Don’t do that," he said, "my dear, hold on." He then jumped down and sat by my side, terrified. I cried and cried, "Look, I am a nice spider. Please try to smile; I only wanted to sit with you for a short while." "No, go away," I said, "or I will use this bat." The spider ignored me and sat and sat. Then suddenly he turned for the hills, telling me to go buy a few happy pills. He vanished, and from that day to this, I asked the universe to grant this wish: please keep my bedroom and house spider-free. Please, universe, grant this one wish for me. It’s been a year; no sign of him. I actually think this battle I willed to win.
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