Hurling: hat tip to toe,
phlegm flinging side to other
side; staring at a …void;
the void? — maybe not.
A street sign; it reads: Abandon
Woven
I am woven firmly in the universe fabric bathe in spirits sunlight.
Oh, I still have my tweezer, clipper, file; I might think fabric prickly or too tightly wound; a shovel: long ago god, I am told, would move mountains, I have an Arc storing my tools just in…