2. And Loosen it
unleash and loosen the skein, umbilical in red the thread that will lead you into the city and where it began
amongst the blind amongst the furies
where pain is pummelled to red dust where pain is pounded to blue dust
dust lies on the deserted library it lies in the threading of the shoe and spirals down to the heel of
‘ How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince ' s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.’ *
you are too far gone to let in the light and those are the worst words words of desire maybe.
* Song Of Solomon 1:7 6