terra firma

sometimes the only way to make peace with ourselves is to link action to our thoughts.

buried truths and forgotten things, layered pitchfork metamorphes. terra nova incognito. from paitence comes great rewards.

the fruit of our labours begins as a seed. a small explosion willed to grow. all i know about time can be captured in this series of simple events.

and this we share beneath overcast days; our brightness burnt too fast. a reminder of what is meaningful beyond the limits of our own skins. the trickling of what always has been will be. the flood of what has past.

with clay caked hands we build something that is bigger than ourselves. and in disassociation there is healing; at once both intimate and removed.