Meta Decay

Desolation spreads unbidden
A constriction of webbing
To struggle is to be drawn tighter
Each strand constructed with purpose

To absorb and drain
A torrent dried to a trickle
Yet the web seems empty
Its creator spun elsewhere

Other husks decompose around me
Their gradual mortification a reminder
Of the way of all flesh
As the last of my energy is funneled along the web
I am strangely comforted at the thought of everything I ever had
living on elsewhere
The ultimate sacrifice
That of self

A jolt of the threads and my daze is broken
My final moments are in awe of the form before me
It moves in an embrace of death
and once again
I Am transformed