Corner of Web and Fly
Spider eyes wait in watchful shadow,
unblinking. Monotonous monocles
fixated on death-walk dance. Tiny wings
land for rest, end um embedded
in homemade glue cocoon. Eight-
legged climb later, drained of more
than flight.
To Spin Or Not To Spin Static transporter taunts me infinitely across a room of mirrors, reminders of necessity. Cold motivators of perpetu...
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