searching the thread

it is a new little ribbon, for you. i will tie here, yet not too tight. it has been a long time now. yes.

. a long, long time.

thread bare. nap worn the warp shows through. sounds sweet, none of this plush and sensuous stuff.

the dream, the shroud parted a while. visitors came, the day proceeded gently with stops and dictation, who is this? we worried over news, trembled a while, gathered back the warp, the weft. today we continue.

much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely. linen hangs heavy, needles preserved. small holes ready.

it don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that. we need to signal to another.