The line of a landscape
A divide from one to another
Steady perspective for a transition.
One up, one down closer to each other.
Within this line, holes enter.
What happens at this centre?
One up and one down.
A perspective under the gown.
A place in the dirt under the foundation
Where layers become one joined by appropriation.
Who is ‘who’ and where is down?
All arranged with a frown.
The material of things does not shout.
Because it is everywhere all about
Over time it becomes crisper.
I now only hear the whisper.
A soup of ideas collected.
Where I accept that all things are connected
With my hand, I hold a chisel
To carve out shapes and make a quib
