Cobwebs, cobwebs everywhere    
   In the water in the air    
   On the branches of the trees    
   In the foam of the seas -    
   On the skyscrapers and towers    
   On the grass and on the flowers    
   In the meadows, forests, lakes    
   In the rain and snowflakes    
   In the desert, tundra, hills,    
   On the tulips, daffodils,    
   In the jungle, on the ice,    
   On the ears and on the eyes,    
   In the clouds, in the sky,    
   In the place where shadows fly -    
   Cobwebs, cobwebs take each part    
   And connect it to the heart,    
   There to bring them into light    
   And replenish it with might.    
   In the intricate designs    
   Live the how's, the where's and why's    
   That connect each part to all    
   And through pieces and the whole    
   Manifests the gorgeous web    
   Of the world, as spiders grab    
   By their ignorance and lies    
   Moths, mosquitoes, wasps and flies.    
      
   Spider! Spider! Speak your mind –   
   Are you gentle? Are you kind?   
   Are you, like they say, a fiend?   
   And who – you or they – have sinned   
   More and harder? Are you glad   
   For what you have always had?   
   Who has made you? Did he smile   
   To see you to be his child?   
   Or did you from genome make   
   What they thought was a mistake   
   Till your perfect webs you made   
   And with their perfection played   
   In the wind and in the rain   
   And, as insects went insane,   
   Made them vanish with no trace   
   In your poisonous embrace?   
      
   Cobwebs! Cobwebs! Here you are -    
   Be you near, be you far,    
   You are hanging everywhere    
   In the water in the air    
   Taking substances of life    
   And from them the truth derive.    
   For who made the cobwebs all    
   Made them grasp the mind and soul -    
   From the world, like from a fly,    
   To wring life and suck it dry -    
   And then make it food for webs    
   Or for others still, perhaps    
   Or for passion, or for bliss,    
   Hoping for eternal peace.    
      
   Spider! Spider! Take what’s here   
   Every laughter, every tear,   
   Every truth and every lie   
   And wring, just like from a fly,   
   Its quintessence and its juice –   
   Its intention and its truth –   
   And then make it live again –   
   And no longer live in vain,   
   But go where they’re needed most;   
   Walking through walls like a ghost,   
   Reaching minds and reaching hearts –   
   Just like arrows, just like darts –   
   Or like bullets as they zoom:   
   Bring the joy, dispel the gloom   
   And bring all eternal youth –   
   Cobwebs, cobwebs made of truth!   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)