Heart of the Web

The world’s been the same since the dawn of forever

Except maybe the wallpaper’s changed

I keep nailing my treatise to the doors of cathedrals

Though the ink is all faded with age

The ink is all faded with age

 

In the beginning there was only the Word

But the Word always comes with a tune

Each soul sings a song like a wolf in the night

Whose howl hangs the stars and the moon

His howl hangs the stars and the moon

 

I once was a raven, a lamb, then a man

I once was a little black girl

My shape’s never changed in spite of it all

Yet the telling has shifted for sure

The telling has shifted for sure

 

I spilled through the cracks between this and that

When the cauldron boiled over with need

I flowed to the form of the stories I cast

Like a tree growing true to its seed

Like a tree growing true to its seed

 

I took to the woods to walk a true course

And found that there was no right way

The tangle of vine and the tripping of root

Persuaded the path where to lay

It persuaded the path where to lay

 

I flew to the caves at the edge of the world

To see how my story begins

I learned that my song is interconnected

With every web that She spins

With every web that She spins

 

Trace every strand from the rim to the middle

Each thread will be somebody’s song

The heart of the web is the end of the story

Until a new tune comes along

Until a new tune comes along

 

So I’ll sing to someone or maybe some two

I may have to sing to my selves

I’ll toast with the tears of forsaken virgins

Seasoned with rosemary leaves

Seasoned with rosemary leaves 

 

The world’s been the same since the dawn of forever

Except maybe the wallpaper’s changed

I keep nailing my treatise to the doors of cathedrals

Though the ink is all faded with age

The ink is all faded with age

 

 

Thomas Hubbard (11/2005) 

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