Arachnid

The soul entangled within the brain

Taunt like tripwire
Setting off the god within

8 paths to annihilation
rapidly-approaching fuzz
reality warped by our trepidation

The gravity of our situation captured in space and time
A tarantula imbued with discrete units of spirituality
We are part and parcel to the holograph of I

The great divide between bodies:
illusory, goes Zen philosophy
As we are never born, we never die

Time, created and destroyed by the mind
The web we spin to keep faith in
Silky and viscous, yet delicate, fragile

Sobering truth floats like ether before our eyes
The rapid palpitations of the heart
Indicate prey, held fast by a web of lies

Subterfuge to titillate the senses
To engage us in real-time fairytales and folklore
And to capture or attentions

The spider is organized religion
And our minds are the flies.