poem 009

singled scaled
.
every mortal thing acts simple
is iota
a jot I sing
one thing arched and sprung
like a bridge which holds
between.

Spotted by an other
plain cut thing
becomes that self completing ring
the dot
reflecting everything, while
dealing out all being
.......that indoor self
.......delves searchingly
.......and same, so it goes itself,
speaking loops which curl
as this blanket becomes a spelling friend
the single cries
in hope it scales
always missing its other,
.......friend.