The chaos of headlines these days could make anyone ready to take a freight train up the nose.

I dunno. Wouldn’t be my drug of choice, but then people have different responses. If one suffered from a general sense of helplessness, perhaps the ego rush of cocaine would be just the thing.

Thanks, Dick. I forgot about Anansi – good point.

I think hopping that freight train often enough makes the life of spiders less noticeable.

Yeah, that was one of my guiding assumptions here. But you never know when something in nature is going to grab somebody all of a sudden. To me, this is a hopeful poem.

not to mention sense
of
space
.

My working title for the piece had been “Descent,” and it was arranged in a long column of short lines. I’m glad that sense of space was still evident to you.