Wednesday, October 02, 2013

High Orb Spinner

built for what it does
with pragmatic
decorations that
make it uglier,
the monster walks
for topsy-turvy
days to the
cross-arm of the
utility pole.
Then it's
far away with cables
hanging from anus-arms,
victim of the breezes.
What does it
know about webs:
map in its
disparate brain circuits
or mere twists and turns,
embedded sequences
like a knitting machine?


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