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!