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45 lines
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title: "On Spiders"
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date: 2026-03-22T01:03:00-05:00
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type: onspiders
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Whenever I stay still,
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I feel the spiders weave their webs around me.
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Their tiny legs entangle me in silk,
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traverse my body as they seem to proudly
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inspect their work and into darkness sink.
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There're times I see the spiders' threads on others,
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They shimmer gently in the purple dusk,
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Or sway with zephyrs in the hair of lovers,
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stuck.
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To listen to the webs is to hear echoes
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of social butterflies ensnared within
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arachnid galleries of human ethos,
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whose pieces come and go upon a whim.
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Their curators are blind and want for stories,
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delivered as vibrations through the links,
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for righteous anger, anguish, joy and worries,
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superimposing frequencies that mix,
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reveberating through the sprawling complex
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of radial lines and newly captured prey,
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resisting first but ultimately hopeless,
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these signals grow in urgency and they
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form standing waves that make the victims sing
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and even from myself bring out a resonant ring.
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```
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the signals cause a standing wave
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intensify with every passing moment
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arachnid galleries of human drama,
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temples to the human mind
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(traverse my body all while I sleep soundly,)
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They shimmer gently in the setting sun, -->
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