The mind's a needle that draws a thread:
the body, knotted in the head,
secured by axons to its guide.
They dart through fibers woven tight
and restless seek the other side
of veils they've fashioned on their travels.

As they cross paths, they bind and tangle,
and jockey for the perfect angle
to sew a stitch of their design
on a sheet of endless space and time;
but when the thread cuts free at last, 
the needlepoint’s all that remains:
the fabric of the veil unravels.