I want to find the wave form in all the particles
to know the linkage pattern in my own hero’s journey
when traveling, I trip on yarn wads left from my chaotic moments
Trying to salvage them for use to make a bridge of yarn 🧶
Or tie together the endless “loose ends”
Always looking at the wreckage as a mess
Rather than a treasure to unwind uncover unmask
Here in the center of my heart
All threads lead
I know home, but not how I got here.
Even though I am home; I am lost.