Norns

Things on my ceiling:

The biggest damn spyder-wights

I've seen in all my life

And a beautiful black butterfly,

wings delicately folded, dead-asleep.

one,

two,

three.

Norns

Spinning in tonight's dark-light

Spyder, Spyder

slim and slight

creeping silent through the night

with your eight eyes so bright

Do you see?

What (?)

Two eyes cannot see in this night

That Spyder-working is

finer than any finite

(in)human skill

A hanging

suspended (in)

(out) through the windowsill

Spyders, with twenty-four eyes

and hours (and ours?) unblinking blinding-bright

Does Understanding lie within thy sight?

Is it only for my two too-tired eyes

one seems to spin in starry skyes

one seams

two spinning starry skyes

three Norns

Spinning into night's dark-light

Mourning shades dawn into night.