The beauty of this world is meant to be enjoyed briefly. We are meant to live lightly in this world and try and find our home in a world far greater. Things that hold us too much become like spider webs and spiders and can hinder our development and give us a sting of poison

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   The Double-Webbed Spider

After a downpour on a spring night

And the thick mist following this

On a damp and misty morning

That is when one can see them ...

The double-webbed spiders...

Sitting between two soft white veils of webbing

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All spiders have poisonous bites 

Most have mouths meant for smaller prey than us

They sit in their lairs and wait

Hidden in little bits of fluff .. carefully crafted ... dotting the landscape

Little poisonous ones wanting to trap the unsuspecting

I did not know they were there until they were revealed by the mist

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There are misty lairs full of seeming soft safe beauty

They are the temptations of the world

I skirt them as best I can

For theirs is a seductive lure

And will give to me a poisonous bite

And the sting of death!

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Authors Bio:
I am a hippy that never dropped out. I have held on to impossible idealism and will not give up. I think the human race is a ticking time bomb and we are at the last tick. So what is the good of slow careful pragmatism that allows time for it all to happen with less than miraculous speed ? Right now we need near-impossible idealism or we need to go extinct so we can stop killing our planet. Other life forms may need it after we have almost destroyed it. Humans seem to be a very clever but unwise species that is not making it. At the very least we could go down with a little dignity. We have no planetary culture with both head and heart. And our numbers are so great we must have that. See you next lifetime on another planet incarnated in another species, I guess.