brown spiders
over that steel web~
each stroke amplifying awe~the lyrics~coiled props to the vibe drawing us into
the psychedelic whorl~
tickling the web again and again~
stoned~ d on the cords~stoned~d-stoned~d on the present~
stoned on you~

your arms~guitars ~and ~brown spider hands~
dancing over Saturn's rings~reaching into the universe ~
pulling us back into yesterday's joy and folly~~