When the experiences are disparate,
and a question of what is real,
a giggle ascends..
Hovering in no need,
that land of plenty,
the inquiry disintegrates-
oil on adhesive-
with full featherweight of unimportance.
the threads, web trance of a building spider,
these are the delivery, the shaping,
the invisible connection.
All is robust,
Spider continues her common,