Dream-God

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The sleeper wakes
And, having woken,
Rises.

. . . Anansi weaves
And, having woven,
Dances.

. . . In a dream
(Or am I conscious?)
He hears a tumult,
Smells smoke, and,
Waking
(Sleeping?),
Rises.

. . . In a fury
To beget children,
He senses whirring
Wings and legs
And, stalking
(Dreaming?),
Dances.

. . . The sleeper wakes.

. . . Anansi spins.

. . . And waking, rises.

. . . And stalking, dances.

. . . Without his chamber
Tumult grows.

. . . The web trembles,
Anansi senses prey.

. . . The sleeper stirs,
And, having stirred,
Rises.

. . . He stalks and acts
And dances.

. . . And, having woken,
Rises.

. . . And, having woven,
Dances.

. . . The tumult grows,
And smells of smoke
Follow.

. . . The buzzing rises,
Stronger, faster,
In the hollows of the web.

. . . And wakes to what?

. . . And feeds on what? . . .