The Garden of Ingrown Paths

The unidentified spider
Seems to have departed the wall.
Maybe it’s in bed with you now.

Maybe you never saw it. Glitch.
Don’t you think the simulation
Hypothesis has had its day?

The blankets are warm. The lamp’s gold.
Dream of all the alternative
Realities you can dream of.

Maybe this is the only one.
Maybe they’re all as good as one,
World with that spider, world without.