Arachne’s Loom

Spun from the heart
	(or some equally dark interior region)
a tiny filament extends
invisible in direct light

a connection
that allows us to hang
	suspended
from ceilings
or dangle

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	     a
	        g
	           o
	              n
	                  a
	                      l
	                         l
	                           y
from cornices
astonishing the untrained eye.

we seem to vibrate
	from giddiness
or fear
in the trembling air.

yet…the connection:
	which grows
promising to span continents,
to hold, invisibly,
the heart
	in place
anchored
	for all time.

the ultimate fiber
love
taking us back
like the cord we rode
slippery
	into the world.