Through the Atmosphere

 
I stepped on a spider when I was little,  
only to see a thousand more racing out  
from beneath my shoe in every direction.
They've been on my mind forever.  
 
 
I imagine if we could take our brains apart  
about a million Vuvuzelas  
would escape in every direction,  
sounding like dying monkeys  
pounding on keyboards  
trying to figure out what a vuvuzela was.