Web
Look, it said
meeting your hidden
web
with a gentle rain
adorning each halting
step
with jewels,
rather than judgement
of you
watching, as
nothing
not
the green stems
nor the spider
nor even the silky strands
saw
what worked
this wet magic
turning every corner
each angle
into something integral
and visible
like sea spray
or stars
and you saw how this wasn’t
about seeing
but being seen
as the space that casts
itself
into spinning
around
what is spun
embodying a light
capable
of holding everything.
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