Lies

Once one is spun, then another is undone,

so then another is started, and then another parted,

so it goes on this web of deceit, and as in the apartment

of a recluse like Miss Haversham, they begin to collect

and obscure the wedding table; they cling and stick

to the clothing, and as you go about they after awhile

begin to show, everyone can see now the strands on your body.