Close to there, to you

 Close to there, to you. There were tie knots on its outer and inner surface. They tie the field, the grapes, the much larger world there. Hunger ties us up. Tender as your legs. Or your tangled words. They looked at each other every morning. Like a night owl dog surrounds us with his gaze around the heat of the karma of the bed. Flora of that river with floods. Its shores grow and grow greedy of lands. Sometimes marsh. Of the birds of passage in their long migrations.

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.