Lavender seas at dusk,

an apricot setting sun,

the world cradled in spider legs

asleep in a filmy cloud of silk.

Ousia born ballooning on a gossamer strand,

kiting “across a universe divine”.

tamping egg sacs across the space,

She spins the sticky clouds

and stirs the water with her leg and claw,                    

She is ousia undone.


By Barbara A Meier


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