what gets touched into existence isn’t always touched nor does it always exist but there it is regardless

the woods grows to and from the sun bending and twisting a vocabulary its own before the axe rewrites

i didn’t lose myself i didn’t disappear what now

crudely paint over the top of what was before listen now no more of this we’ve had our fill let this be testimony

i didn’t lose myself i didn’t disappear what now

epw 4.13.08 perrysburg, oh