a nibble of love
         a quarrel ending like a pebble
thrown
         too quickly into the raucous sound
echoing and to(ing) or fro(ing)
          the ripples into the ocean
again.

small is time
          the ******  once fed you
growing you saw it as seafood
          raw like sushi
You drown  into the tiniest man must have
ever lived
         your notions
memories hidden.