Nameless

One stunning orb.
Best I’ve ever seen.

Not symmetrical, not
centred, not perfect:
no giant hand made it,
no tiny mind designed it.

Shimmering elliptical target.
Soundless nameless strands.

Hidden spider not proud,
just spider. Resting,
worknight over, wanting
not praise, but flies.

(First published in The Recessive Type)

What do you think?