A
faint blip in the cosmic web,
marked
its birth and its ebb.
Weaving
a fine elementary first mesh
it
began in the web of life its life rush
to
explore, play and trap prey thoughts.
Bigger
it grew, intricate and thicker
dual
threads of good, bad, it and other.
Then
as it spewed, threads of dark desire grew,
widening
its move, reach, play and slew
weaving
ceaselessly self-obsessed sheaths.
With
a swift coup the web went rogue
snaring
its source in a universe vague
crafting
a web of illusions as in dreams
entwined
in a maze of thought-seams
brittle
strands of a secure sand castle.
