Method

What are you afraid of finding there, lurking between the lines? It’s been so long since you laid it bare, and tugged at roots and vines to see what wriggles free or scatters when shaking off the earth, to see what really matters, and what holds on to its worth when dragged from rock to sea and back, when tested at its seams, and comforts you despite the lack of insight you can glean from each disjointed metaphor – but don’t forego the method that’s seen you through a thousand storms; there are many more yet weathered.