-- On Death & Texture & Textile... These Are the Big Questions, True --

But cotton balls cut deep too, by way of absorption 

a metaphysical cutting via osmosis 

bleeding dry the skin (detangling my hair at night with coconut oil, before a washing helps me unravel into 
     fine red thread with few casualties)

Digression, 

that was a digression, on purpose; a sewing together of the sacred & mundane   

totem & symbol & daily hygiene 

because this is a circular meditation over texture... and life expectancy  

- Digressions - 

Die-gressions through movement & time lapses & how things feel & move through our hands, fingers, and 
     skin, (especially, the skin on the backs of our knees; 

Yes, Wow, 

Oh, how this skin, does feel... 

because it is the most ticklish skin available)

-- How We feel & Die Inside & On the Back of Time, Lapsing--  

missing time is so very crucial     

So, just press your ear closer to my neck because stone never dies -- 

and i am a sea shell... with mother of pearl interior chambers  

splendor filled water stone -- a stone head-- 

Cabeza de Piedra  

Con mi Cabello de Algodón Encendido 

(with my Cotton Hair on Fire)

-- Fire Hair Streams of Red Orange Blood Make Good Time Keepers-- 

trust me, i have been tested, every particle cell is there for inspection... 

What i have done -- what has been done to me... it is there 

for us, together, for time traveling...

An unraveling of blood skin thread     

And, just think there was a time, i imagined myself a nun -- 

oh, but there is great freedom in self-restraint 

handcrafting this aspect of freedom thickens skin 

and softens bones into any shape 

-- A Basket Made of Bones to Carry Love--  

Yes, to carry love; even loose lead bullets, like little promises, 

when summoned... when there is no other way...

(because, sometimes, there is no other way)
Oh, but soft bones can move the world!
but, oh...      

Hair binds us, exquisitely