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