no known cure and into not knowing the cherry tree keeps blossoming

have you left? or always leaving, temporary retreat, tactic of choice. from the leaving, what holds the gap, is there anything to hold...

never an island always a web.

the end of the journey is given the glory whilst the ebb and the flow and the grit of gestation hold the power

the path curves to the right, the hill layers in folds, trees striate, branches bifurcate, twigs are leading me round and through a...

holding the apple, holding the worm, we have to take our chances, lightly the wood is ours to trespass

the hill and i spiral hand-in-hand, walking some golden section.

the leaves are lit a brazier in the window an architecture of solace an emblem that claims us

allegiances to distance, resistance, time breath, earth, kin

does it matter how long parts cast off lie dormant?