Tiptoe across the spider’s trapeze
attached to her heart and the back of the moon,
carrying the world’s word carefully.
Breathe not a syllable of untruth
to sway the already precipitous balance
of universal caution.
Infinite twine unwinding underneath each step
in answer to prayers unspoken,
pulling ever upward to reflect
sparkling grace graciously spilled upon poor
humankind, in runic messages written
in stars connected by a spider’s heart.