A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman

I’m a bit spiturbed
if you won’t mark it down
on your calendry
I stood there isolated promontory
exploration vacation
vast surround-soundings
launched forth firmamental
worm-tentricle
and otherwise happenings

reeling revealing
its all too much
an ocean of space sans dust
a perfection in why-not
i’ll meet you halfway
spider
bridge the gap between web
and inter

dimensional gossamer
pre-conceived by nature
catching me off guard
Soul-scraping