Pakala-pakala a sound of Spider at work
Taking that and cross over
Tangling its legs for real
Parking skillfully and jet pass fill
Lende-lende a dangle like waterfall
Emitting magma strings as cotton wool
Making itself a paper weight in the sky
Travelling that way
Penda-penda a quake to build mines
Diving up steel from its hill
That great trap created by the liner
But how speeding it flows!
There, breaking, uncompleted routes
This weaver, supernatural threads binder
Is our model modernity cruise
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