• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 05

Balls of Fluff

Little balls of fluff float like wisps,
The beating of the wings suspends in time.
Locating the mead to quench their thirst,
Hovering into a fay's house; Penetrating-
The rapier, with precision, all enticed.
In just an atom of a moment,
Two find one another,
What is made, what is formed
It is thus, a continuity of life.