Within a small spider's dream
Are we what to us we seem?
Do we really matter much?
Are we gods he longs to touch?
In a sparkling, webby world
Of scenes he'd knit and he'd purl
Am I monster to be stopped?
Or just a giant backdrop?
Does he through his waking eye
Regard me up in his sky?
Do I block his precious light?
Is he afraid of my might?
Small spider, don't fear my face;
There you'll find mercy and grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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