Inexactly, with precise inexaction. Harmonizing in hollows. A moth, somehow, means Delicacy. Wings inflect. Nothing is neutral, everything is need. Woodwomb. Sandstill. Here a fledgling grasp on Our Disconcertion. (that is, to be temporal and with-soul, with-poem) you are part sparrowwills. Poem an ode to the incomplete sinew