10-03-2011, 07:14 AM
This reminds me of both William Blake's The Sick Rose and Sylvia Plath's Edge, while "gossamer" calls Emily Dickinson to mind. A luscious poem. The syntax is weird but I like that about it.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe

