Centipede Stitches

I’ll never forget the beauty of a stare unabashed and unwelcome in its own right The public spaces in which my mind unravels from cords pulled tight against hollow lobes The centipede that stitches them both together in the fading light with tiny purposeful arrogant unwavering masterful steps one at a time With no guiding notion other than grooves in the bark of twisted branches Though that very well could be enough