Working on the world

There are unseen threads at ends we can’t see
To find and weave, you’d have to peel your eyes
Change your guise and let the whole world agree
To channel each mind till it all complies
To work the earth’s threads forgetting the size
I’m bad with threads but I have this to say
That I will work or I’ll walk, come what may
If I work it bad or have a bad gait
The world either folds back or fades away
For each woven result the world awaits

LARDO.