Your spidery membrane hands,
Delicate efforts in mad frenzy
To break the soft and brilliant blue
Into pieces halves and quarters.
But you are not so hard to see through
If I blur my eyes.
And on the floor your midget cousins
Are the other side. A network splits
And isolates islands
Veins and arteries
Choke, constrict and lash the whip
To keep them down and trampled.
Lifting blades heavenward
Looking for help
While you reach higher still
To spite me.