CHAPTER PLAY-IT

ACT I                                   

                                   Scene 1                                 

               (((((I am writing this without a name. first’n it is        

               gone from                                                   

               A long walk away                                           

               The small red bricked name                                 

               Frozen bellows                                             

               The smiths beatered out of                                 

               The ringing hammer on copper                               

               The meltered lead                                          

               In the space above me in the space of bright thingness     

               swarmed in flows. It is called danced- but it was a         

               billion of the skirted and to move to enter their           

               way  one moved them away no matter the slow of the          

               gesture watch, just watch                                   

                 I could make them spin on my softest breath