Going home to spider the toilet alien it is there behind the bend it gets larger every day, I go out, I come i, I sit dow. It is still there, a whole world goes by in between times, all unseen by any around. It is at this moment the best kept secret
outside.
I take on elements one and all but still think upon that darkened chamber as my day ticks on, the eternal hum of thousands of species. I walk through in etheric atmospheric festivals, twists and turns but as evening gathers up towards the end of my day, my dark living
alien spider clutches the pipe near the seat of doom and glows to me a message from the infinite unknown.