Nets

Between the Internet and Net

I stand , move around worlds

one real loaded with factitude

the other entangled with truths

but the real is unreal,

the truth is deceptive:

life nets me more I try

to extricate myself, I bind unwinded.

Between the image and the event

I stand confused transfixed

unsettled by my desire although

I know not what I need :

when he speaks of love

I stare at him without response

what is love, a mango to eat

or an Eve moment of self deception?

He says I am everything to him

the globe with the canopy of stars

events, truths, words and silence,

I go to the internet to understand

but fall back into the net ,

the key ring gets stuck when

I try to take in his message

I'll break the internet

and make an 'O' of the WWW

I'll cut the net, bite it off :

but will love give me food

and a shelter or the open sky

the green earth to deck myself

with words that bloom like flowers?