There’s a spider in my head.
His long hairy legs,
Creep across my brain
and clasp on my amygdala.
It’s multitudinous eyes
scan my synapses.
It feeds its webs into the gaps
and creates bonds.
The darker parts
become illuminated,
as the charge moves
through alleys and valleys.
Forgotten thoughts,
dismissed realisations,
flood back and connect
the dots left unused.
Power comes back online,
interior networks resume.
The dream hound had told me
I needed to connect.
Is this the link
that was required?
Or is this
just an ego response?
Am I mistaking
a self contained intranet,
for a wider, interconnected
sociable, emotional internet?
James Donnelly: Poet 