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