a region where they are known for their exquisite weaving as well as their exceptional honesty   are you the one who could go there with me   a woman at a meeting told her a dream and she went with the woman into the dream                         walked   in step         said nothing               they seemed afraid       when they came to a country where every surface had name and use written all over it   she put her hands in her pockets and said i'm gone                       no i said and grabbed her fine shoulders              i don't know you she said   don't be mistaken she said     setting her fingers into my hair             this is not a love story       walsed in this strange way for as long as it took         scraping gravel         staring through right to the black   just tell me:   is it possible to get really lost   watch the behavior of windows she said take     tales     she's leaving an actual foot in each of her footprints       one of the faces was starting to smile   over each ear at the scorched scalp the nerves' system makes an escape                       breaks trails into air   already the weight of antlers levers my nose   already the points have begun to knit worlds   WEAVER! TEACH THE LOOM!                                                    no       but i ride what it makes   she's there too   though not often             flashes past weaving and crying