The spider glints
he is huge he is made of aluminum
slowly the crane lowers him
outside a glass building
his legs crawl in the air
he dangles turning
by a steel thread
the sun splits on his metal skin
no one sees him
I kneel at a wooden box
in shade in silence
eye-socket touches felt eyepiece
a car rolls slowly
into the crossed hairs
a head
enters the segments of a circle
hairs cross on a head
I squeeze slowly
the crane lifts the spider slowly
his legs retracting
he becomes a sphere a point
glinting aluminum
no one sees him
the crane swerves him over a ledge
his nest on a high building
humming in a cement hole
electric glass
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