In the web there spun the spider
Heaven held the shaky rider
Spared despair those mummied by her
Spun again of silk inside her
And all the silky threads were tied
Surveys on the ridge projected
Every forking road connected
Wayward weathered maps directed
On their surface sky reflected
And alll the silky roads were tied
To get over only one side
When the morning haze has parted
All desires named and sorted
Still it carried on half-hearted
Sitting bow legged on the carpet
Noting all the silky threads were tied
To get over only one side
To get over only one side
To get over only one side
