Threads to a million unseen scars A way into the molten core Of broken bonds Threads back to the edge of blindness Woven of darkness and fire, Threads through the cracks, Sacred threads the colors of India, Egypt, Subtle threads fade into a distant dream, Threads to the edge of a million miles, Threads to the edge of a book Built of a million suns, moving towards nakedness, The unseen edge, Threads of minarets, Reduced to a spinning molecule, Stung along with balloons, moons, and a tune, “do I have enough of the wind” Threads to standing up Threads to filling up, Threads to living up, In ones giving up, Threads from an ending, Threads from breath to breath, Threads from brokenness, Out of a story, Threads dreaming of the world, For the world, Threads to a green door of light and mist, That speak of principals, Threads slowly adrift like the melting poles, Older than the coming deluge, A time of the sky, Threads, a way into isolated fragments, broken bonds, Threads, a way out of the closed circuits.