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She woke from a pretty dream
And found life in a doldrum;
That slow sad barrier between cold and hot:
No place to go
No ear to remember her voice
And she knew the dream was fickle
And she knew the world was static
She stumbled in between.
The world is easy in the mind's eye
Matter of fact
Logical
But she in the world
Had no direction
Left her trapped in that odious middle
Where the spider's web is a miricle of engineering
But the number of them makes an unsightly mess.
And she wondered how to get out
The webs support the sky
But she's held fast
And spiders are always hungry
In dreams or doldrums.