this net i wove

grarr... started writing this, britt called, i scribbled down something to remind me of the thought and... i lost the desire to work with it, at least for the moment. so pardon meif it sucks after the first two lines (which aren't that amazing in themselves.)

. . .

this net i wove
out of beautiful rationality
to catch myself when I fall
is disintegrating in my hands
and fading away
like it never existed