Caerostris Darwini

Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday 
I spun hard in the dark and feared
Raindrops like hammers
To my knots 
Disruption of sticking place.
Down pour a drum
A drum on the pavement below
Each blow a blow to sound
My own dying fall. 
I cast my last thread 
Silken yeses and muses nine -
A cry shall we meet?
Before falling into the slumber
Of death and death sweet.
Then awaken surprise!
A swallow's call
Deep and raising blues 
Of the morning rays. 
Blinking eight-eyed in the sun
Belly full of fire-
Breathing for the first time 
Not a wail this time -
This time, my opening and moan
This time, my blood and shed
Not my mother's 
And the prisms
On my web whisper the strands 
To shaking the remaking
Of my body