not under a left shoe
but higher up
behind the mamilla
inconspicuous transition
if I saw it I would know it
regular rhythm
if I heard it I would know it
doesn't have much time
a few lines
no structure perfectly put
by a centrifugal force
that avoids what moves it
steps back drifts throbbing
where other lines
come in addition
drawn without hesitation
light off
intertwined
they get lost
in real in daylight
in understanding