Just below the ambient thrum of
of our discourses and conversations,
our words are coming together to
form the structures of our beliefs.
A wall here, a door there, and yet again
a window to the sea. Ways we allow the
coming and going of all sight, and sound,
and bodily movement away from and toward.
This subterranean village is always with us
as we glide through our days. One day it is
our hearth and sanctuary, another it is our
fortress and limitation. Always there - under.
Dig deeply and find your Skara Brae.
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