incredibly simple it seems
and of no single occurrence
it’s not of value, nor rare
the more you look – it’s not there

a pair of eyes won’t resolve
what had to evolve
a cancer set into the flesh

enter a nest of a secret web spun
you are aware it is there
the footprints still fresh

an unknown ideal, a blight-stricken cause
observation worthless, a dead beaten horse
and whatever is left it will run

stop trying
it’s gone