The unraveling tapestry I[original poetry]

In the unraveling tapestry

Each moment is a thread.

You, the weaver and the woven.

The past is lost to dust,

The path is veiled in shadow,

Ahead is naught, a swirling mist.

You,

 Not the weaver,

  Nor the woven,

   But the weaving.

In unraveling tapestry

You are every thread.