… and pieces
Pieces piece~meal/ hungry for organisation/ perhaps a cause/ installation
Adagio process decousaiced on a battered old case, with sores that take their time to mend. Even then, life evidence remains; patination in the carsitecture; loose seams holding it together with agar agar soup and musts of bygone hums.
Torn between leaving paper thin silk lining, scorched by quite obviously infected moth~wee, and not. Fading deep burgundy punctuated by urinochre, states shrine to a winged creature’s colour theories.
I wonder where it will go when with me has passed.
Will moss tufts, continuums damp marram for doldinge, hightlight adagios dense magnetism to things of th wayside.
Upped Rusticity 