Creations on ethereal landscapes are such,
As this gossamer web,
Perfect embroidery on empty space,
Woven fabric of finest thread!
Simplicity itself basic framework,
On an array of upright lines,
Precisely curving hexagons,
Concentric ladders in repetition!
This satin stitch is a spiel,
Of the creature's immense patience,
Each thread having so delicately aligned,
Creating a flawless pattern!

This mystic outline suspended in air,
Is a filter diffusing moonlight!
Dew clings to it in shiny beads,
Sunlight sets each fibre alight!
Man never displays such finesse,
Or creates with such mastery,
A diaphanous net such as this,
Unsurpassed in originality!
Designer of this wondrous lattice,
Arouses an arresting thought,
Everything simple is very complex,
Reiteration makes it perfect.

It is a trap and is so described,
For the spider to nourish itself,
Then is it beauty or bafflement that lures,
Prey to this enchanting web?
Nothing ugly really exists,
The flaw is of impaired sight,
Beauty can only beauty beget,
Unless beauty is fictitious!

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