Poem: Net I was in the Abyss Beyond the Precipice Hurtling Hellwards At Terminal Velocity. Behold!  A line! Cast from the Edge. By my Friends. To save me. A farrago. A tissue of truths. Motley. Harlequin. Cobbled together with Love. Threads of conversation. Seeds of thought. Sprouted like Velcro. Stick to my clothes. Halting my descent. Echoes of laughter. Gild the frozen crevice. Denying my solitude. This fragile NET, Slave to Belief - Yet I am held. Defying Fate. And Death. Like Fishermen they haul; Giving their all. To save their minnow From the Deep. Twice born. Ever humbled. My new life. Starts today. Thank you. As you may gather, a liferal can be a heady experience indeed. Mine turned me round and made me focus on all I had, not what I didn't. Apart from my wedding, it was the best day of my life.