Publich 'On Spiders'

Signed-off-by: Danila Fedorin <danila.fedorin@gmail.com>

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