Whitewashed figures daven deep
Considering the weight of time
Crushed and torn and cast away
A vintage shore their sanctum.
She harvests them, denim by the pound.
Her basket brims with archetypes
The demons and the gods alike
Dance sacred weft and warp
Weavers of the infinite loom.
She blesses them, denim by the pound.
A Zipper maps the spiritual path
A button unlocks truths
A snap reveals the song of night
Out of nothingness comes the root.
She transforms them, denim by the pound.
These weathered refugees bow down
And welcome the unraveling
Ren garments joined in silent prayer
Shape-shift through time and space.
She resurrects them, denim by the pound.
Karen Bryant
Inspired by the work and writing of Louise Silk
October 14, 2018
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