Gather

This started out as some things do One wispy wire one thin, lone shoot and it spread ahead before me and where I used to run, it outran me Many buzzing fights we all contain many many veined and cellophane we are twisted from fibers, wound to thread and we will wind ourselves til we're dead That black boil weighs like a pit of ink and it sits in many chests where it sags and sinks I know it well, it knows me but it has known many more before me From our tissues and from our strands Sits a figure with outstretched hands Saying we can sit solitary We can crouch in sanctuary Or we can gather Our threads into rope and pull