Strings of sound:
that tied and untied and unraveled into silence,
called into a sentence for once. Comprehended by none but the knitters.
The ones who weave pieces into projects- art on display for all
to see the ball of words,
knit one, pearl two,
a pattern-web of action and reaction physically combined.
A chemist of sorts-nucleotides and bonds straining
at environmental hazards, praying to make it one more day.
Prayers are mutterings about a frayed noise over the silence of the day
today to God who hears the unfinished
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