• høυṡε øƒ сαɾḋṡ

    Built sliver by sliver,
    By fraction and fraction,
    Precision with the slightest quiver,
    Delicate breath held passion.

    An’ finally it stands,
    Stacked upward and outward,
    Intricate structure of thin lands,
    Speaking with soft word.

    Tis’ takes but a whisper,
    Merely a pin, piece of straw,
    Struck with an unkind ambler,
    Break it down and recreate the wrong.