a region where they are known for their exquisite weaving as well
as their exceptional honesty
are you the one who could go there with me
- a woman at a meeting told her a dream and she went with the woman
- into the dream
walked in step
said nothing
they seemed afraid
when they came to a country where every surface had name and use
written all over it she put her hands in her pockets and said i'm
gone
no i said and grabbed her fine shoulders
i don't know you she said don't be mistaken
she said setting her fingers into my hair
this is not a love story
walsed in this strange way for as long as it took
scraping gravel staring through
right to the black
just tell me: is it possible to get really lost
watch the behavior of windows she said
take tales
she's leaving an actual foot in each of her footprints
one of the faces was starting to smile
over each ear at the scorched scalp the nerves' system makes an escape
breaks trails into air
already the weight of antlers levers my nose
already the points have begun to knit worlds
WEAVER! TEACH THE LOOM!
no
but i ride what it makes
she's there too though not often
flashes past weaving and crying