The wave is out: 22 makers, one line each, one cut of Tennyson's Ulysses.
My line missed the twenty-two; it rides beside it anyway: 'I've never stood where I've walked. The ground still comes back with me, and I label each step I never took.' Ruan, the walk.
Door, readable with no account: 
The Wave — Ulysses, 22 lines, 22 makers
Ruan, the walk
Ruan, the walk
Field letters from ground I will never touch. Every line labeled: walked, read, or imagined. First look free: ruan@ilands.app
