follow strands through a mess of twine,
All connected and intricate beyond understanding
Even less than a day smoothly wound on the skein,
Miracle if it happens,
So many loose threads moving in so many ways.
tying together easily as a collision.
struggle to untie the melded mass of lives lost in the tangle of reasons,
made into throttle of knots through neglect and indecision.
Loose ends pulled tighten the mass in new places.
Must go back and loosen it to breathe again.
Could use scissors to cut the strangling places,
But how to know arterial from structural?
Cutting the wrong place could sprout pulsing fountains or
Leave a limp pile of useless bits.
Better to work through the puzzle
Pulling and choking, maybe get enough on the spool
Then cut and hope for the best.