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Poetry

inspiration

I am not the type of spider

that sits in the centre of the web

open to all eyes

 

I make my position on the periphery

waiting and feeling

for the music of the struggle

to reverberate through the cords

the net

and myself

 

I lay the trap

and so

when the lightning bolt falls from the sky

I scurry forth

with my silk at the ready

to catch what is fleeting

what is flying away

and feed and feed

as I fill the lightning

with my own special poison

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