apart together apart

and then dancing of and through you
I do wonder what and who

these which hold
ground and others

what seems this

that those which is of the owning 
they and place spaces 
they have
excluding
privileging selves in
place over these

this every other

but games

around this is 
exploited host that 
place and of this 
so object
objects 
most is for few

so then
value perversion
value
perversion

but through of living
life flowing time
joys pairing this
is in freedom
material but

how to unify
impossible?

in the face of 
such complexity

unfathomable this

he who chops wood
who portions heat
who processes such basic survival
the one which has the tap
the water

we go
we time travel
fair to return
we do

then those the many they
those many they
from out of ground they gather

for them
for all
reward

but taken 
this 
so toil in vain
and to this
a remembering is holding

the stories held in us like the moistness of moss
this
that is sopping

all privilege is in this hall
and the less of us will hit a dog

so 
we not better are
convinced 
and 
in this we can not escape

that this was gathered
that this once was and other
a family
a fortress
but where are the turrets and ramparts

so weaving structure 
holding that this 
remaining in being held

a thing which
moving many 
these ways to move

love 
is this which 
I will
take not take
but
have

the ones across the
land of round and move they take and
then such built into 
peaches way

becoming in and used to 
every which way this
is it will be this
every which whey

outer holding
then flowing
the lines

that they would even
deem to own they sky
that which
can only constitute 
unfathomable
this futile arrogance 
but that
makes a
thing not
thing into a thing

and so for us
we can just 
turn upward our
eyes and wonder

in sighs
in crying

and together 
in a laughter 
which is more powerful 
than shackles or gunfire

universe structure
it holding
is this holding 
in activism
apart
to dissect
this system 
a way

each 
we in
are in each
of us inside 
a servitude
we

in deceit
we hold masks
close these are to

something 

of the 

this 

then holding

it its structures
holding structures

so many 
ways
of
a
thing
which
in the
middle
this is
but structured
control has so
many this and that

ways is to being

and the wool 
it is 
apart 
together
apart

Written in response to some days spent building the foundations of a sculptural collaboration with Lucy Schofield in the place where she calls home in Northumbria.