Maybe it was there all along. The eyes never saw. The question never asked.

Rhythms and drums. Recognizable patterns. Anticipate the next move.

Not one but two. Not an audience and a performer. Two laborers.

I learned, and unlearned, and learned again The unraveling starts where the fraying begins. Tied and knotted and tied again.

Light and airy. Dense and compact. Over time, one turns into another.