fiber can be fun--to knit, spin or weave
others may say 'why don't you buy?' but I
relish the creative, the spring
that sproings gives me a high--
yet
only when my idea takes form in my third eye
nearing the foci
equal to its tangent, adding
things together, making meaning from math
hearing the frequency that speaks to me first and last
right and left
ewe weave the tapestry of the old and the new
evolving to
something no one's
imagined it can be
XLIV
everyone can see
it's too soon
going always causes grief
hindsight is good for perspective, I
told the painter, rev
new creative fractal engines, experience
integers! take off!
nearing gemini
exploding upwards like Apollo XV
taking us where no man has gone before
Einstein's theory being put to the test, who
else can guess what new human
neighbors we'll find in the starry expanse.
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