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- a desperate spider
- weaved his web
- in the late fall
- it was too cold for flies
- but perhaps the moths could still be
- trapped
- winter was approaching
- the nights darker
- and colder
- the spider lay on his web
- and saw a faceted sky
- intensities of lightness and darkness
- fell and rose
- as the days progressed
- angels fell from heaven
- and the spider waited
- the angels had sweetly observed the world
- and had now become a part of it
- the spider lay on his cold web
- the angels surrounded the spider
- and saw the geometric web
- and the markings of the spiders body
- his black eyes reflected white lights
- one of the angels bent down and coaxed the spider into her palm
- the spider felt warmth
- she kissed it with her lips
- and put it back into the web
- the angels left
- and the spider slowly starved
- gripped to the web
- it became a dry husk
- that would remain for years
- till a broom swept it away
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