A spiders web, stored in my head.

He lives in my memory, yet he is dead.

I watched him swinging to and fro.

I wondered how he chose where to go.

Is there a plan my courageous little spider man?

Or do you do it just because you can?

How do you make those little decisions?

That create those beautiful web divisions?

Why in the face of all the chaos and strife,

Does your little dance invoke a wonder in life?