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Build Up Again

What spider dwells here, do I really wish to know?
Lengthy legs and web that peers transparent as the snow.
Oh, his mind does run a course of several deeds a day-
To frighten up a household- make a frightened shout his prey.
His blankets in the corners, do get swept away with time-
The things he builds do crumble, so begins another climb.
His aerobic arms constructing, with transparent intellect-
He speaks so loud, though, not with words- an artist’s dialect.
And although he feels so messy, and often-times alone.
He knows that one thing does remain, that mystery unknown.
Here, he lays his eyes on me, his stare remains unpleasant.
Now, I’m finally seeing: He and I are not so different.




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