lines to line.Stringed all together. One for me, another for you. in hopes we stay together but separate. My web and your. Neighbours in solitude and stillness. WAiting until wind, weather, leaves or more ruin our web of rest. Sustenance and cycles. WE riskit all here.
Where Will you go?
| Above Me | To the right of me | A different Tree | In the grass below | The shrubbery furthest from me |
| This? | This? | This? | This? | This? |