Threads
I am a thread, woven from 2 strings.
I am a thread that hangs haphazardly from a rope.
The material I am made from is familiar, though its essence escapes me
Many threads fall, many threads connect. More threads are made to protect
the new threads.
The rope unwinds from one end, the strings dismantle and are lost
But somehow they appear once more as if lifted from the floor
In the new I am being braided into.












