Waft & weft

   Threads bindthe city, weavememory’s path. Your face lostin tourist crowd,year’s flow like muddy river. I’m fossilized ina myth: imagein glass emanatestime’sdistortion. ‘’I’’ becomea stranger:soul weeps There is nocleansing,no panacea to restoretheobscure. You talk, talk,talk, dreamsdown optic fibre phantom shakeshidden weft,grabs at snagged thread: & pulls.