IdleWeb, Stark Winter

Right there, idling outside by my window,

a spiderweb, frozen in the depths of winter

the so very cold air waving it, up, and down. Hypnotic-

Snow flakes and wind chimes, sparkling in my eyes

onlooking the absurd, meaningless spectacle of Nature's grace

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Witness to it, this abstract field of silk, this fabric stuck in space,

vestige of a deadlier, warmer time, its empty threads once mortal threat.

Yet now, unending months later, there it still is, without a doubt.

Reality keeps track of this forgotten thing, and here I am to witness it.

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How utterly strange and enigmatic is our world,

master of all times and things; the most sacred and beloved temple

none the more important than this silly frozen cobweb,

both, there. Both, undeniable, yet temporary,

until inevitably a stronger gust of frozen air tears it from there,

to transform it again and again,

maelstrom of existance.