Never Knowing

He was sleeping  
when the spider runs in,  
I tried to wake him  
as the lock of hair was bleeding,  
 
Right there, I left him  
wondering why he wasn’t real  
in his dreams,  
swallowing the simultaneity,  
 
He woke in a dungeon  
with the Orb-weaver  
and a rhodamine lock;  
the child's hair was between his fingers.