The Plumb Line Inevitability

Falling worrying down the plumb line.
No weaving winding allowed.
Dead on straight, momentum dragging
Down into the depths.
Stretched, rigid responsibility.

Why don't I just weave a web?
An electric network, a ladder the stars and corners same.
No to the plumb line -
Not that straight road to a weighty end.

But my web is weak and won't to break.
Dreams shedding and spreading
To far unknown corners. The plumb line appeals
With it's definite deepening, then timely destination.

Yet I can rebuild my web.
Start again, play again with mighty sinewed strings.
Pluck them to hear my strange new music,
The lyrics my words, the dance my steps,
Calling out the tone of my wonderful, distant unknown.