#personal poetics

[eldesvandesheyenne]

[mappr]

Our ties to beings and things are so fragile they often break without noticing.

Edmond Jabés

Full circle; back at Frail. Arriving this sudden morning, mourning. Coming into a numbered name, built by signs, abreaction completing.

Different words; different Worlds. Silences as storied voids, singing. Coming into systems of patterns, built by layers, artifacts settling.