The Spider Decree
Spinning webs from instinct,
willing a sanctuary of reason.
Transparent complexity is no minor element.
Reclusive curiosities exist on silk within natures temperament.
The sun shares with the overcast sky
and fractals of divinity appear to those who have less than eight eyes.
For now, a moment of rest.
Time bounds conditions of change,
Experiencing natures will of all melancholic days.
From instinct, a web of silk emanates.