I feel like a tiny spider in an egg sac
And my only objective is to put as much distance
Between me and my cohorts as soon as I am free
To jump, legs splayed and web trailing,
And hope I catch the breeze that will deliver me
And the only place I can imagine finding hope anymore
Is on some cold, rocky planet far, far away from home,
From all that's familiar, from everything I know
To place all my faith in my own biology and sheer chance
To hope that some of us, wherever we may scatter,
Might continue to weave our webs.
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