Woolen ball

I look into a ball of felt

Running nanotubes

Running bridges 

Freestanding 

Fully pretending 

To help or hinder

I think about blowing them up 

Lest a more malfarious tinder

Take the blame first

But it is a ball of fluff

And as soon as thoughts

Fail to linger

Here they are thrown 

Into jungle 

Into swamp

Rusted through

Forgotten

Grounded through millenia

Of living sludge

I look no more and place 

In my pocket

Memento me later

Memento men to me

To fall and die to me

In a hospitable catcher of flies

Fully epuipped with lip

And soft ties

And even softer eyes

Even softer eyes

So soft I never saw

Like the very heart of darkness

Meant only to cone 

And undo

The due to 

Be done