The spider drops down without detection
On a thread of silk-smooth deception
Spinning slowly lies and treachery on his prey
Wrapping it in a cocoon of apathy and dismay
Immbolized so that the spider may feed to his fill
On the human soul, leaving a husk, lifeless and still
(June 23,2003)
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