Their survival

Staring at the prominent four
corners of the walls of my
un frequented upstairs room,
for it is a lumber area,
but the cobwebs lumber
Not, they have to meticulously
build their web of survival,
for me it is a rejection as waste,
yet how much of purblind
plan goes into weaving and weaving,
their white layers, flimsy abode,
one stroke of firm brush to
undo their artifact,
for some it is a total rejection,
while for the weaver,
it is a survival.