I Watched It Well The Spider On The Porch Dwell

plucking its strings

it's getting noisy

vibrations I'm impatient

I watched it well

the spider is

on the porch dwell

it's always short

been in a dream

oh, why so late

I saw forth it's dew

with a ball point

pen in hand held

holding it well

as if it were

a-clicking its heel up

magic hour on a path

through the clear air

in or out for as yet

it has sprung

a true branch

why so great

a-thinking how grand

it will, it can say

sparks dawn inside

as I spun it

around untill gasped

I collapsed up the hill

what the skylark sang

oh, my wonder

I don't want it

was approaching

the flame wisely saw

as I stumbled

fast across

a-new thought

I found for now

I required it

at first wings clear air

self existing flying

for only brought on Jupiter

once only brought Juniper

aspirations to be

dreary from ye candle

the dispositions were

getting started

I did not know here

why I am also here 

not at all to no floor

or by how far

over night I goes

into the last turn

lines flow amongst a-stroll

I saw you much

you see me more

I got this morning

forever strong

and ever-so in front

I can beforehand part

as I stumbles fast

across a-new thought

complete being open

is pressing on

paper, bone, as if it were

but directions dense

thick of nights

along the dark

edges of this wood

the new place

the new thread 

the new painting on

within beams around

within works

on a hinge reflected 

upon that such

a-screened in porch

almost invisible there

almost at the end

this is where what's

of a storm

of a picture

of rain blowing

at sunset wept

almost invisible

I watched it well

the spider is

on the porch dwell

slowly looking out

how to hope you

shimmers full

and then in us

a flash a-passing

from the sky

somewhere tender

between you, me 

horizons shall see

in it can be a blue door bright

without stepping on it

between we both must run

above to know under the Sun

residing a time

reconsidering

as if it were

but directions dense

thick of nights

a time together

off elsewhere smooth eaves

i been there

long redefining

self existing flying

for only brought on Jupiter

or the birds of love

made of time enuff to rove

I got this morning

to yes, observ'd back

unresolv'd, unrestrain'd

in a middle world

better enuff outta the deep

outta the form

when a cloud

lays a pillow downward

maybe I will go

in any senses by far it hurt

as to what puzzles

long my mind

the new painting on 

golden days now found

most excellent

around the winds

at black feathers

watch things to do

a fledgling bare

each bending

each stretching wing

unto a-same sketch

at the gate on the loose

every swing stood still

so wish'd on a star

unavailable, unbewilder'd

the water tower on up

the leaf bridges

carries a shade

suddenly at this done

one wild flower

shining down

on the ground

through a cloud

for far as to a new,

darken day rejoice.

awhiles back at, to meself at steps

glides over it

given of the river I will

I still can do this

I watched it well enuff

the spider

walk the rail

on the porch dwell

I see its dark bend ahead.