have unseen roots.
Moving and growing beneath the light of the surface .
Drawing up from the dark wet deep of what has been.
Reaching out for support and sustenance from surroundings,
A base of our keeping, harvests of seasons passed.
A place for deposit, to hold us firm to a solid world.
Somewhere between appetite and memory, to absorb and retrieve.
connected containment controlled carefully crafting
Entangled networks of structures,pathways of interaction.
Sensitivity awareness extending beyond body,
That from which we determine how we feel,
Before the impact of our actions,below the concepts and cause,
It is not an obvious straight line that attaches center to earth.
A meandering forking of the fiber of ones being fixing itself
In
Place.
