Constant attention

Days gone
buy me a few
roses
silk
sussed the little arrows fly
buzzing as the harmonics stroke
the tingling
strands of lost freedom
and on a molecular
level the hollow
tubes from a sturdy
yet surprisingly light
frame
work tighter in tension
form each line with perfection
the quill
strains at the bonds of physics
asperities deform and
steal away the fervor
of the moment