This web was spun for you, as your head falls down, stuck to the ground. Your shoulders locked in a vice of doubt and remorse, looking to far ahead and so far behind, yet all around the web has been spinning. Capturing all the kingdoms for your crown, the golden light spills over its cup, with each sip and each sup, to fill all these vessels with all they need. Never spilling a drop of dew before this web could catch it. Nothing is ever lost, nothing is forgotten, nothing is to heavy for it to hold, as it continues to carry us through all our days. As we raise our heads, stunned and amazed, to see what all has been captured since we’ve been away.
– Josh Fleming