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jackson pollock - number 1 (lavender mist)

the spider wondered along the thin fragile web

hoping to find

a frightened captive fly

just to have a chat with.

this immense void the web incarnated

boggled him also.

he felt alone,

all day sewing his web strings,

no one to talk to,

no one to ask for an opinion or advice,

no one to share his web with.

and the web,

this overwhelming web,

kept growing

day by day. 

none to find at any end of any thread

the days went by.

in the morning

he takes his coffee

around the north-western corner,

watching the sun blazing up the sky.

he feels relaxed.

at that time you need nobody to talk to,

too early for words or even glimpses.

at brunch

he strolls along the south.

it's warmer there around eleven.

besides, 

you can listen to a Parus Caeruleus 

wondering by that time of day.

it's cozy.

at noon

lunch is best in the west.

a John Wayne feeling overwhelms you.

the five o'clock tea

is yet the best to be

pendulous to a branch

along the northern tree.

and so

at dinner,

the last meal of the day,

accustomed to be lonely,

he creeps unmissed

in a corner to the east.

he can't stand losing

the following morning sunset.

'cause that may be

his only friend.

laying low he falls asleep

waiting.