On those slow mornings

Tangled in a web of thoughts and blankets

A foggy muddled mind

A weary body reluctant to move

This existence weighing heavily

Light beckoning the embrace of a new day

Reluctance overshadowing the shift of time

The web glimmering in soft sunlight

Or, on those grey damp days

The web laden with dew

The ground sodden

Sprinkled with translucent droplets

The web in fragments

The web whole

The impermanent web

Always a work in progress


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