The master’s spiders
The master’s spiders are weaving
A wireless network around us.
Someone on another continent
Secretly reads our thoughts.
Through the door nothing is visible.
In the dark we are smaller than gnats.
My palms reach for you,
Sink into a veiled mirror.
When I finally reach you,
I embrace the whole world.
translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
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