that first call alerts him,

eight legs run to the cot,

threads stream behind,

silken, the best he's got

each year they tighten,

vibrations excite more,

never stops watching,

repairs those that tore

escaping is impossible,

your destiny unfurling,

a decade like a second,

years like nets whirling

this one will never age

anymore than his web,

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