CRAFTED

Created from void, a space of emptiness

A whip, crafted from a singular thread

Looming larger than life, takes a shape

Drawing closer the skin and the bone

A magic thread conjured from thin air

Escaping the crafted seal of conjoined petals

As rare as the breath, trapped in mid flight

that pauses to catch itself in a mirror

A breath that spins the world on itself

with a dazzling display of exploding stars

Like bubbles crafted to speak with one voice

when purposed with singular intention

What purpose then but twinned pursuit

Yields the birth of this epicurean ribbon

With crafted soft braids and tight curls

Embroiling the spirit with indulgence

A sybaritic engagement witnessed by time

With droplets of unsettled dew weeping on

a weft that shields the noonday sun while

chance deftly links crafted proximity

And the spreading vine recedes conversation

Shutters thought and impedes distraction

Allowing the frames crafted around a painting

Dance to the rhythm of slow hypnotism