the weave was woven with invisible light
warp and weft
linked in flight

fibrous filaments mingle and mesh
twisting spinning
converging afresh

gossamer strands betwixt and between
bind and blend
without a seam

twining twirling
close to my head
waving winding
wondrous web

entangled entwined ayahuascan vine
copiously crafting
multidimensional time

She
is not
   going to forget.
   She is karma.

I want you to read me like a book.

Study my pages
from beginning
to end.