Spidering Site
Ahh. . . silently the gossamer
threads steal
across an electronic landscape.
Connections flare with golden sparks
to guide the webbing path.
Nytes and bytes of knowledge
capture and travel in winking speed.
Bending and twisting sideways
with a touch-button command,
but calling to our graphic eye
a rainbow squinting stop.
The spider glares with flashing modes
and guards the weaving frame.
soft`rain
May 1997
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