Of Silk and Spiders


If the web is the web…
Who is the spider and who is the fly?
Who has been caught and preserved to die?
Who feels at home and weaves death traps?
Who might you be and who am I?



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  1. Your poem is too apt. I am the fly. And I liked the 7th leaf shadows in particular.
    Angel in the dust

  2. While reading this I couldn’t help but wonder about the first “web” being world wide web. And then there was ear to ear grin on my face seeing the tag internet. (y)

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