things are made
of parts  and
parts are made

of parts  smal
ler and smal
ler yet


the higher
you go  the
more you fail

to grasp  to
apprehend
the thought


you are a
lone  your lone
liness hides

in warmth  and
in the way
you wear


your clothes  so
you take them
off  reshape

reformulate
into
a new repose