Threads

You, too, trade brilliances.
Speak calms
Snuff out loops, wind up our
Threads
And tie them off.
Trim the splits and scamper.

You, too, trade brilliances.

It’s litany backlit by disaster
Bowling under.
Roots? You, too, yank them
Deeper.
Trade sunlight for clay padded passages
Lined with bone.

I could spend a lifetime unraveling you.
I follow your lips to link
Our entrances from eons-distant
Moth holes. Think:
Orifices.

In the wake of frayed ends we tear
A tragic cloth for lasting
Rags
Stacked together in dim.
You picture an attic, likely. There
When we whisper
All our fibers stand on end.
We trade brilliances.

Stitched nodes in curved
Spacetime, gravity
Presses our folds
Down to one. The decades wear
Us, and wear us.

Wear me. Wear me
Out.
We’ll crouch muffled in the dust
Exchange.