They meet at the center of the universe
A lazy spider with a venomous lust
Saliva in its glue glut and savage webs
A worker bee with a frivolous fist
Nectar useless to its soul, it carried to the mountains
They meet in utter disdain and in vertical azimuths
They are in the shades of a poison tree
Positioned in between the twigs of life and death
Honey and glue, they never formed a pebble burst
Outlanders, they are, outlandish they are
Flattened legs and fuming eyes, they both survived their angst
Poles apart, they were chased down by magnets
In fear and fever, they parted ways
Spider on the ladder, Bee on the beach
Spider sans web, Bee sans beehive
They felt loneliness to the core, crippling with time
Laziness to the haze, spider survived the seasons
In meditation, intricate to its own nascent senses
Tepid and torrid, worker bee made hexagonal worlds
Gaze of a gory child, it was nothing but an unconscious life
When strains equal music, they must meet again
Lazy spider and worker bee, distant they are, adjoined by effervescence
Lust and wickedness, they meet in magnetic poles
Only to wither away in weathers of conjectures