I HAVE been in a multitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistent form.
I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,
I will believe when it is apparent.
I have been a tear in the air,
I have been the dullest of stars.
I have been a word among letters,
I have been a book in the origin…
- the battle of the trees, book of taliesin

Just a few words seem to tie all my recent and approaching days together.  Each sub-set of ideas fly around them like ribbons around a  single maypole.  The  holiday adorned children dancing beyond I fear, represent a sanity long gone.  Skipping backwards through their common cloud to the foundation left apart,  the words I read have little in common;  Wisconsin, Scotland, Muir, monster,  architect, Wales &  fudge. Yet they keep coming up.  Together they become one… Continue reading →