In darkness in golden
We’re caught up
Tied up with you
Knotted
Not holding the line
But held, held up
Then bending it
Letting it gleam billow blow so it can change us
Make us reflect
In light you are only hands and feet and chest and a matte sky
In the mess you are only walking, plodding, keeping going
In the brightness you are only rushing, only rushing at me, eyes wide
In light actually really you are only eyes
Creature, bigger, endless
Retreating
Coming alive when the net is lifted
Multiplying under its levity
Filling the air with tangle and shine