Within a mirror shell
A metal lair, a spiders dome.
Overnight!
woven, and knitted;
each spar and junction tethered,
this sunning patio spans the reflected world!
Engine turning noises, . . .
spider remains web centered,
accelerating, . . . and holding fast!
. . . h o l d i n g . . . f a s t!
Nearing Maximum Velocity,
retreat begins,
slipping, and recovering,
walk buffeted walk!,
Hold on, h o l d o n!, . . .
