I have done it carefully knotted the threads neatly out of sight
Swept the treads these are the routes i have paced they thin &
Brown like flowers meticulously pressed & then forgotten
These are the routes i have paced they lie barely
Visible between the strategic corsage of my bleeding heart this
Russian doll shell conceals still more not china but a clutch
Of cuttle fish spikes my velvet footed panthers pad cases a spring
Load trap of claws