I live in spider city

land of grey webs

spindly legs

and glitter

moving delicately

staking territory

gossamer strands

mark

invisible lands

my octo-eyes

observe

the corners

of my fortress

don’t look up or

disturb me

tick, tick, tock

taking stock

my demesne

well-lit or gloomy

silvery womb

my children

quicken

near invisible

against

white walls

traverse

silken skyscrapers

and exquisite

sprung floors

 

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