the sound's
footfall leaves
an imprint on
fresh
ruled page
that has
complicated
textures
and small
asides of
strained breathing
i can see
smaller
particles
stir through
the relief
settle
and gather
in pools
at its
base

these swirling
eddies
spill across the neat
ruled edges
a distant
lo-fi
carbon stamp
of an
impromptu
tone
that rests
where my
left hand
would have
been
without
the cutting
winds