Driven to a corner by resident chimeras <br />Shivering underneath a self woven tapestry <br />Depicting grandiose deeds and epical conquests <br />The thinness of the fabric given rich texture <br />Only by the magical spins of personal spiders <br />Giving sheen to drabness through lustrous webs <br />With the vision of a thousand reflections seen <br />Details magnified and multiplied by a house fly's eye <br />The fake brilliance of a cut-glass sunburst exploding <br /> <br /> <br />Beyond the ersatz dazzle created by self conceit <br />Conscience shakes us from our illusions and scatters <br />The notions created by our futile attempts at greatness<br /><br />Eddie Roa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spin/
