Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Backlit by my glowing flat screen
Tiny curtain of strands
Dotted with a chorus line of dancing araneina
Legs waving their decent into the waking world
Of desks, drafts and parachute entrances
Their genesis less heralded
But no less mysterious
Than the solar winds from space
Start here to unravel the web of life

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