Maybe when these wants have burned away,
and I have renounced all that I––or anyone
––ever thought to know, I will be enfolded
by the net I learned to struggle against
in the name of saving my life
and maybe then I will learn how,
despite consensus to the contrary,
the net is all.
I love the analogy of Indra’s Net of Jewels … seems to fit well with your poem.
Thank you, friend. That term is new to me and having looked it up now, I really appreciate the connection! : )