Sonnet 14.10.18
the spider sidles down the cornea
crinkling the wrinkled rind of days
rays blurred by a bolt lighthouse
upright not undulating chilly and choppy
lapping the gunwales of grateful yawls
dawn delighting yawing daybreak
webbing crinkles across the cornea
warning of future friable crumbling
hauntingly humbled by decennial decline
syphoning the final drops of sap
lapping the ultimate vital uttering
totters towards a perennial port
skewed by a seven decade drift
sidling towards the final eyelid
