please allow tiny things to be so precious
                          			[in the dells of darkness]
allow the moss to be so delicate
   					        [crushing the grey green gorgeous grasses]
little folding stairs of lichen
					        [bees buzzing soft fur tiny wings] 
pollen pointed like painting
					        [up to the buzzing sky]
slow snail dunes between and beyond 
					        [the pale and delicate]
that shore of sand of sunk sand which 
                    				[gives the eye to the beach]
winding wound round grabbing twisting along the branches
					        [feel bare skin against sand]
glass glass cracking in the grey sleeps of night time
					        [day time flowing in abundance of beauty]
here and bright so bright shards of light here to find some broken bare against the sand
					        [squash and squirm to the beautiful flutter of little places]
little tiny perfect place
					        [to be the best and quickest in the hazing grey green mist]


silent flutters here and there




perfect