Touches, fringes of life,Hanging, waiting to be grasped,Following the weave,Of an ancient tapestry,One constantly created,And one waiting for moths to consume. How do you bind the holes,Back into a better state,Where you can decipher,The context and occurrences? When they are repaired,More is added to your section,Of the growing fabric,Winding its way through time.Greater context is … Continue reading Poem: Guiding Weft →