Light incense with wooden matches.
Read books with thick covers
and paper pages
by the light of tallow candles
in iron lanterns hung with chains.
In the evening
sit by the hob with it’s bed of coals
and in the quiet, listen
to the sound of a pencil
scratching the surface of a tablet
as shaman-like communication comes through
the interaction of minerals and plant fiber.
And there, thoughts
spun in threads of graphite
are woven into the fabric
of our understanding.