a great orange spider
in my wide web,
suspended between fronds
a planet God?
Did you, unkempt
one glistening morning
aching in your bathrobe,
drench me in poison?
Did I knit all of me at it all,
fall upside down from
my soaked and broken threads,
come down the stem?
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Wonderful imagery. I love the way you broke the poem up with the title being the first line. It makes the internet a co-conspirator in the down the stemming.