the world; an elaborate painting.
brushed,
      the white
limbs tangled in a blue sky;
the green
locks of hair in dirt.

the rust of old roof, flaked
deliberately;
every second existing
perfectly,
  purposefully
  

a birdsong on time.

the sunlight, itself crafted;
shaped,
but itself shaping
the shadows below,
reflections above;

tinkered with and tinkering with
    obsessed over and obsessing over,
endlessly and endlessly.

the world; extrapolated
         within
the boundaries of a chain link fence,

swaddles bones
in muscle, and muscle
     in skin,
and skin, with

the world,