Weave

A mooring perhaps, and held..

Entangled, knotted like rope

Gypsy lines on your palm find mine

We grip

Fingers as roots seek water

Cracking concrete

Destabilising buildings

Knuckle and joints weave until whole

Just this now

Just one spidery smooth lock remains

As blocks of tower topple

And new worlds grow.

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