It Is Happening Again (Enmeshment As a Winged Spindle)

Slow crawling, tearing

Let us zoom in

Photons dancing inside the thick, flowing, glowing glue

Stinging and sparkling cuts

It is happening again

It is happening again

The threads have never dissolved, but I remain protected

Propping my imagining eye open like fire in the sky

Running, screaming from my mind

Grace just makes me face it

No forces, only spotlights

Grace just whispers from the field when the river is primordial

And the surface quivers with pain

The soil is shifting in circles

Worms finding new thruways

Angel, take her hand

Let her lead you into the waters