Catch My Attention

A clicking, ticking chatter,
of pencils or chopsticks,
clatters against my mask.
A snarl in the hairs of my swing,
I turn to welcome each,
study it, define it,
let it impress upon me
pay the attention it asks.

Hanging from a spinning perch,
tracing a spiral path
with my bare, dangling feet,
butterflies surround me,
tickling my fingers.
Unfold me, I'm a leyline
and my cold spidermind
projects a focal web
at your destination,
and absent-mindedly,
I reel in your wishes;
symmetrical, we meet.

Immersed in your memories,
with no need for my own,
in assimilation
my reflexes quicken;
In a dimension alone,
I descend on a strand,
of my own goldspun hair.
I kiss a layer of clouds,
and perceive every mote,
in equal fascination,
compare the wisp of my soul
to a child among crowds,
wandering through a square,
with no desire to have planned
a route to any throne,
no capacity for bias
just hunger to be shown.

Digesting all this knowledge
without a care for its taste,
no patterns are noticed,
seldom are landmarks placed,
at the root, I am suckling
my intentions yet chaste,
I receive brillance
and I pay back in waste.