Divining Inflexions - 2017

Marching in-between the gestures of another hand, the folded faces are following their assigned suits.

Was it a discarded forfeit, or an approved accolade? 

Caught in the folds of the catcher’s glove, she curved the deck and threw it back.

As the “Beguiler” foolishly danced amongst his cues, the “Weavers Spindle” fleshed out the deck into a mass of pleats.

Fold upon fold she laid-in the creases, weaving them in and around her beloved spindle.
Arching every line, over and under, she folded its flesh and hung the decks into a pair of makeshift cloaks.

The points she hid within every curve inflected and began the movement needed for the what was, the is, and the will be.