let everything go dark then
like a stage
let only the low be lit
down where it sits
down where it sinks
a deep hole in all creation

a spider lives in the hole
a woman lives in the spider
don’t be afraid boys
she will weave you something
she will sing life into it
and sing it over you

the skin is your skin
the oil your oil
don’t be afraid boys
go about the world
send up your sound
your skin your oil
sorrow too send up
stay in tune
weave me something
good