letters tiny and immotile                                                  
set stilling on pages from
hands letters sit and come
to eyes from stillness writhing
into minds parting; bearing
letters hither to wither
gorgeously and boughs on
strings erupting minute
whispers trundle down
and flitting hallways
do arrive and limp through
creases barely folds in silence
crawling to sheets tousled
and bent under the carriage
of eyes and letters tangled
again eyes and letters

tangled letters and eyes
(ink and bone together bound
    )less