Spinning wheel clattering, spindle sing,
Gather my fibres and bind them like wool.
Draw me together like streams to a river,
Seven-ply rope on a single spool.
Fingernail moon looming over the motorway,
Trickles of traffic that flow into one.
Spider-thread road spinning out from the chassis,
Catseyes bejewelling the web I have spun.
Spinning wheel clattering, spindle sing,
Fifty-four miles of worsted wool,
Wind it and bind it up, treadle full throttle.
I am a rope on a single spool.
Fibres and wires conducting our messages,
Tangles of atoms all looped at the seams,
Venturing tentacle hordes of mycelium
Fusing our roots and infecting our dreams.
Spinning wheel clattering, spindle sing,
Rattle the flyer that shepherds the wool.
Twist our thread hearts into cords of stability,
Strong as a rope on a single spool.
Spin round my lover a nest of tranquility.
We are a rope on a single spool.
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