there were few, because of the limb,
went over over so there were three;
lesser becoming with vague traces,
paper with thin lines
framed the equilibrium
inky stains on paper that no events could bleed
forthwith a delightful stain
smaller animal years, tender
little claws and velvet emotions
your becomes thyself within
within becomes thyself yours
strings funnel restless
everytime let things stand
overly paper thin lines
overtly smaller animal years
overstrings restless
taking a measure of
ll things being equal
it comes and stays
a cyclic rememberance of
half tangled wet
riverkin 