Networking

Life held together by tension

spider’s web

Being an adult is seeing the wasps nest but sitting under the tree anyway

Anchor as burdon

Do you see your own death?

only beauty in memory

the happiness that killed you

the heroine of love coursing through you,

that carries you into a sleep free of pain

dreams free of falling and a life free of death

over and over stuck in the moments

before

Of youth

Of beauty

Of the truest love

and the contentedness that allowed you to rest your head for the last time

and all that was will be again

what is now will be before

as glass spins, gears tick, and leaves fall

We are the lattice.

Got lost running in place

The night reflects the day as the moon reflects the sun

poorly

our world is one of hierarchical

interpolations

Who copies the best copy

Who used the best words

of all the hands reaching into the Lego bin,

Who designs the tower before the first brick is lain?