green
moss beneath fingertips
the smallest overstory
light
lace beneath fingertips
old hands, knotting, nodding
dark
quiet
relief
--
I am soothing myself. I am creating an interior experience. I am invoking tiny gods.
--
existence is a self-supporting manifold
held together by lines of attention paid
I am a needle laid to n-dimensional vinyl
an n-dimensional inward curl
observe the observer
and make a home in their sight
you are only together
you only are together
--
that's better