caught

                   caught in the vortex
                    of a swirling web
                      i am   paralyzed ...
                      snagged
                        unable to move.
                   invisible spiders
                    wind their film
                   about my arms   my feet
                      my mind;
                   around my thoughts   my prayer
                       my life.
                   confused and bound
                     i lie in trance.
                   the weakness of my humanness
                   the frailty that is born of me
                         well up
                         and snare
                         my vague attempts
                         to mount the dock
                           of reasoning,
                         to cease the whirling
                           of the threads.
                  fumbling and    sightless
                    i cannot unsnarl the lines
                  immobilized
                    by gathering winds
                          i cannot fight.
                  helplessly i exist
                    and start   to grow   so very   tired.