The line of a landscape

A divide from one to another

Steady perspective for a transition.

One up, one down closer to each other.

Within this line, holes enter.

What happens at this centre?

One up and one down.

A perspective under the gown.

A place in the dirt under the foundation

Where layers become one joined by appropriation.

Who is ‘who’ and where is down?

All arranged with a frown.

The material of things does not shout.

Because it is everywhere all about

Over time it becomes crisper.

I now only hear the whisper.

A soup of ideas collected.

Where I accept that all things are connected

With my hand, I hold a chisel

To carve out shapes and make a quibble.