Nerves

Sew this enmeshed flesh with nerve endings,

cast under like a lifeline under a forest.

It renews itself, is as much itself

as a camera lens witnesses lines of change,

but coerces and captures light in a form

offering unlikely permanence.

That drawing parallel lines is impossible 

it was like the word "hope";

carry a particular thread into the tapestry

and suddenly find you were losing it
in the largest part of the weave.

A thread is pulled from blackness and oblivion 

 its invisible movement gives it colour and true position.

Since the hope comes from nowhere it is a hopeless hope.