Big Juicy Bug

Living out the past, seeing your faces in the night, your shadowed hands still clutch at my door frame.

I do not however have names for you.

You act like a magnet on desperate materials.                                                             you process the unconscious and capture them in a crystal lattice.                       Spider in web, The central symbol, Constantly renewing itself through apparent chaos.                                    Our personal psyche and its dramatic entanglements often find ourselves within this spiral.                                                                                                                                                                                         Our centre, our serpent coiled round my creative point, The egg.


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