How Do I Learn to See? Thoughts on magic and spiders.

Spin the web. The wind breaks it down, no flies caught.

Spin the web again. The snow comes down, the web stands and breaks with weight.

Spin the web above the compost. The web breaks, but flies are caught, meals are had.

Spin the web higher, out of reach. She is filled. Fruit flies consumed, giants smiling and leaving her where she is, because she is filled and helps the world of the kitchen. Little almost lessons seeping in between the neurons of my ears.

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