over There:     leaether makes quiet gesture.

                leans to the right

eclipsed in Shadow white sock wrapped round

                                   :looking to be filled

                                                a twister

                                                of

                                                laces,

                                           snakes

                                 escaping

                        from

               the

        knot

Desiring a hand to tie the life back into and enjoy a

                                        series of bounces.

                no they do not live

                not tonight

?Where is the foot that caresses the leaether.

                                :A twenty mile away

                                In a different land

                .the Black Boots sleep tonight: i

                dream of the foot who delivers the warmth

                breathes the Life