The spider: chronic shaped poem

Empty ... silence ... nothing...

A story that is not yet history,
but you're going to be building with words,
phrases, letters, sounds, pen and ink.
The text is the fabric created by imagination
overflowing the brain and gains strength
at the time the author materializes on the blank sheet.
Under a ladder, a small spider weaves,
cautiously, a beautiful network of invisible wires,
coming out from inside her to compose your own destiny.
From side to side, top to bottom,
in diagonal movements,
walk to centre lines the peripheral regions.
Going to mating, becoming
in a structure of a rationally planned building.
The spider compares to the engineer himself, and,
in turn, the writer at the time of writing.
Longing for his prey.
Lucky for her, depended on the other's misfortune.
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Next on that ladder,
a little bee flew quietly
looking for flowers, where would remove the nectar for honey
production,
and so, would lead to their hive.
The bump that flexible fabric
its wings stuck without, however,
they could make her take flight by the imagination.
Gldiston de Souza Coelho
July 25, 2015.
So Paulo, Brazil