I imagine a spiderweb - each drape of web in place in the system of curves and star burst connections, glistening with the sticky mystery from the weavers body - the desire to live very carefully cultivated and treasured - a changing sense of time - the next development in muses and thoughts - a different phase of tasks and writing 

And I will work hard and can only work harder, to better myself in areas so wanting and lacking, to find the story I had wanted to tell, and tell them well - when stoppered by a skillfully made rubber stamp - I can only read more to erode it through words

I have missed the play of words, the understanding of words, very much so