takkun...?

nails on the ceiling, little [strings/wires?] netting outwards
you are telling me things i do not know; you say i can find them there
(in the web) if i look hard enough and follow the lines to each [nail/destination/connectingpoint?]

...

spiralling up, like
the inside of a shell
or
a spiralstaircase

whitefire/electriclight

wake up;
[we/feline] yawn at the same time.

the days stretch and contract, we [swim awkwardly/stumble blindly] in
the messy wake of heartbreak

but the forces speak of choices
that [i/you] must make as well as [you/me]

...

never knows best.