​Through unspeakable terrain

And a journey so remarkable 

The beetle finds himself 

Land upon the windowsill

                                                 upon its back


Its spindly legs

Frail about frantically 

Trying to correct the world

At least from its perspective 


The beetle is greeted

With an occupant of the



Its a spider

Slowly it descends


Quickly it pounces

On the beetle


Spinning web upon the

Beetle’s spindly legs


While the beetle

On its back

Tries frantically to escape,

Eluding the spider





From my desk


As these events unfold


And ponder on the dilemma I’m presented


If I watch and not act

I condemn the beetle

To death


For if I aid the beetle

In its escape

And the spider starves

Another day


In chess, it’s called Zugzwang

When the only viable move

Is not to move at all


And as long as you don’t make a decision

Everything is possible



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