The Acid Web
Like a spider doing acid
Spinning webs of symmetry
The patterns of your living
Recur as destiny.
Nothing ever really changes.
There is little that is new,
But the misty morning mind fog
Gives the web a different hue.
And the echoes of the ocean
That you’ve never heard before
Are as ancient as the water,
As eternal as the shore.
In kaleidoscopic chaos
It can still be recognised,
The inevitable sequence
People live and then they die.
