Blur

Only when blurred  we see more clearly
translucent strings connecting everything to everything

to everything,

the chair to table to rug, the sleeping dog, the open window,
the shadowy creaky forest, its watchful, uncivilized creatures
through the needles of evergreen
to the ominously sleepless moon in its primitive bed

and each star, each star

a shimmering web whose spiders,
dark holes, weave chaos and birth 

into infinite traps.