I stand at the hind end
Of some post-existential spiderweb,
Staring at connection beyond connection
beyond connection.
Only within reach of the nearest,
I reach out in many directions, never
leaving.
I consume all information that excites
me,
Wishing wildly to weigh more,
Perhaps pulling perception toward my
position.
I want to be the last thing they read,
repeatedly.
It's senseless, and selfish, and
perfectly logical,
A sole spiderweb within the soulful
spiderweb.
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