THE WEAVE:

Neptune writes

a letter to Mercury…

"I'm in this phase,
wHere I am

grasping at things,
as they pass by,

like gold
-fish.  Ideas wriggle

in my palm, and I dream
about what it would be

like, to try this,
or that on.  And I 

release them, back into
the stream, because Nothing

good ever comes,
from grasping."