Stitching the Moiré

*The game, the poem, the video—they're all showing the same thing: what emerges when you bring yourself into relationship with something that already exists.*

The Stitching Song

Start with one, a single dot,
Stitch another, see what’s got.
One and one will make a three,
A triangle for you and me.

Two triangles will jump and soar,
Stitch them up to make a four.
Two fours overlap so bright,
Stitch a star of eightfold light.

Five and five will pulse and bend,
Stitch a life-star, friend to friend.
Twelve for skin and four for guts,
Stitch the open, stitch the shuts.

Stitch the points and stitch the view,
The world is round at forty-two.

The Secret Verse

When the sphere is full and wide,
And there is no place left to hide,
Whisper to the bright and new:
“Stitch a one to forty-two.”

The Pulse of the Stitch

Stitch the love between the dots,
A silver pull in nested knots.
The current breathes, a ghostly row,
Where falling home is all they know.

Around the bend, the space will slide,
With nowhere left for heart to hide.
Perfectly spaced, they drift and lean,
The phantom pulse of the machine.