Netting

Fire-coloured fiber walks along
the setting like it would a body, a belly;
knot by intricate knot is sweeping atop
some great expanse of time and space

many a notable scientist will wonder aloud
at this, a landscape warbled with hazy quiet,
and somewhere along its path we tire out
feeling finger-poke breaks become one-way
guideposts to stranger and bigger pitfalls
ahead

we are only tangeringes tumbling to-
ward supermarket floors bathing in flourescent
doom glow