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By | 1 April 2016
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hunger a pose of pure intent
poised on hunger
poisoned hanging, a wait
pure hunger purifying
holding the body in tense
poison pose, hunger pure
what do you propose if anything
live in hunger hunting
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Long is the list of supposed
negative traits: over-ambitious
projects, dexterity, cunning,
ambition, ruthlessness, avarice,
poisonousness.
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light weaving light waiting
light on light, a silken weight
taste of blood, the sweetest light
* what smell the smell of blood
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It has always been admired for its intricate filigree structure, and for the fact that it is both a way to gather sensory information and, when needed, a skilful instrument of capture and entanglement. The fact that it is spun out according to semi-abstract designs from the body of the spider, that it can sometimes be recycled and used anew, can serve as a
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filigree firmament:
look at the lines
parting sky from sky
* she fills the Air
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but in the same breath might
represent—given the frailty of
the web—the mindless effort of
work, and perhaps its
pointlessness
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Long is the list of supposed
negative traits: over-ambitious
projects, dexterity, cunning,
ambition, ruthlessness, avarice,
poisonousness.
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And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
* she
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longing light
* ruddy blood the hectic spice
* Major ampullate silk is the rope spiders depend on as they plunge
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It is one of the toughest materials on earth, able to withstand great stress and absorb immense amounts of energy without rupturing.
And until platinum filaments and improved glass engraving replaced them in the latter part of the twentieth century, major ampullate threads made ideal crosshairs for surveyors’ transits, telescopes, and other optical instruments.
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aware in air
of air as air
itself is, for air
is, but not how
you think
pendant lattice
turn, turn
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she fills the Air with a beautiful circuiting
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Long is the list
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the soul in our body exists exactly like a spider in his net. She cannot move without vibrating one of the widely strung threads, in the same way as one cannot touch one of the threads without setting the spider in motion
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over-ambient process,
dis/misclarity, stunning
ambrosial luminance, madness,
ominousness.
* And this Empyreal substance
cannot fail,
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But the Minds of Mortals are so different and bent on such diverse Journeys that it may at first appear impossible for any common taste and fellowship to exist
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knowing shapes as smell only
ruddy blood the hectic spice
insects and dream bodies
massy forms in the night




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