Her spider legs are Crawling And Creeping
And Christening The Silence of The Deep. She Curls And Coddle Consonants
And Folds And Toils Strings Of Syllables. Catching moths wither her Blackened nets, weaving in their Golden Dusty Wings. And with her arms full of gossamer silk, she gazes silently at her silver sea
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The Silent Singer 