erth t' land
between breath
between heart
we find ourself
within
This work is the story of my returning home, finding my feet within my land once more, no longer separated from the paths of childhood imaginings.
The weave has found herself here, amongst the stones of my house, bringing together the fundamentals of my life: cloth and wonder. This is a space of deep life.
Where these stones stand is the ancient memory of thousands past, of lives lived and lost, of the constant cycle of energy: nothing is ever lost here and no action is ever forgotten.
whether thrown here by a devil's will,
or once a part of an estranged figmentation of an older land,
this is a story we will never know.
Oh, kin, deepest kin,
rest with these things,
hold this knowledge in your throat.
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We can make these stories now,
from tounges of the old,
lest they are forgotten.
We will make new history today,
murderer, strangers, haunted man,
do what you will,
we will not move.
