((fiber art that's there for you))

art as a bridge between our fragments

weaving as a universal narrative

fiber art as a bridge between our eyes,

and a dream-like state to find rest in

art as a bridge between us

dear reader,

imagine

all the ways

that two people

can move together

in tandem alongside

leap frogging

backtoback, bellytobelly, backtoback

imagine the way of

ego tripping

igniting a fire

sucking all the oxygen out

to feed the flame

being in a state of bliss

unaware

in your own

and ::tripp::

you’re in an argument

an altercation

someone is angry

being in a fight

suddenly

having

a fight

all of a sudden

taking others’ actions personally

projecting self onto anOther

i remember having to be known

i remember manically force feeding

my narrative

to anyone who would listen

i remember manically speaking

(imagine the way of speaking)

i remember the last person who i really spoke with

and why

i remember why i spoke with them

i remember speaking

as yellowing leaves,

as the blue sky ignited,

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