Small happiness
es
i
could not grrrh
sieve
signals
or edges
to something
altogether
not Perceval
[sic] mfer
unyet
this smooth curve
and this fading
thought
guided on rails
are they throbbing
or singing
could it be both
of note
is the color
of the faces
as they watch
these races
and their endings
disguised
even submerged
races of the
meandering
breathtaking
as we follow
the filamental
structure
stuck with stars
even nebulas
tomorrow