He sits motionless like a spider
at the center of its web
but that web has a thousand radiations
and he knows well every quiver of each of them
The slightest movement reverberated
throughout his body
like a tuning fork again and again
every tremor felt deeply
Never moving he just waits for the next brush
tracing the electricity to its source
reaching out into a thousand directions
each one a singular sensation
He knows well every quiver of each of them
these thousand radiations
as at the center of his web
he sits as a motionless spider
Deborah Horton Writing 