Frida Kahlo
Frida Kahlo

It’s a controlled randomness

How we travel…….

We twist and bend

In an array of paths

Through snarls,

Through touching,

Through communication.

We cover the ground

With our wanders.

The land listens

To our voice,

We say everything to it

Yet, it asks

For meaning

Or at least we ask it

For meanings

Causing us to name it

To name all

So we can measure

The array

From the smallest

To the largest value

We ask the land

Not to change

Through tectonic plates

Through temperatures

Through civilization

To wear the same array

For endless days

“When I see your face, I recognize it is you, but you have changed. I need to hear your voice.

Some seeds sprout


Travel within the array

Of paths


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