the seams concern me I look for the seams though I know finding them will destroy me there are no doors only curtains and insinuations of portals. do I dare map home, do I dare map my dreams? every object I turn objects which constitute this universe the blocks Today…

We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common cause, to produce the miraculous. I am thinking of the way the intangible air passed at speed round a shaped wing easily holds our weight. So…