This is another childhood poem. The title was meant as a combination of "encapsulated" and "snared"....
(Another childhood poem.) Filaments tightly woven, a chrysalis cradles me, deflects the dangers; it is an armored womb, bright and hard. Loosely woven, a web imprisons me; struggles snare me firmly in these threads. What weaves this armor and this trap? It is I -- I am the spider, and the potential butterfly.
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