I be in the soft unfocused places
I be in the spaces that cannot be defined
I reside within and without
In time and in rhythm as a lung might do
Liquid like membrane
Fluid like breath
Essential as surface tension
A skein aweaving in tenebrous design
I weft, wax, wane, swell, diminish, open and close...
Samewise I transport and transpose
Carried by stray thought, careless purpose, curious solemnity and well placed by fates as the stride of all must do...
I be in my wyrd...

- Melanie Davis
10.18.17