Tread soft o’ foot

Tread soft o’ foot,  
lest powd’ry sole-dust coarse crush 
green stalks ‘ready languid limp,   
bowed ‘neath down-heeled doleful dogmas 

Float o’er vale soft,  
as umbel seed-puff drifts ‘bove  
unseen scuttling aides, ceaseless 
pattern-marking ageless treaties. 

And e’en so slight 
their micro-momentum, still  
multiple moon phase reveals 
such glorious glow-worm wonders 

That should we try, 
still cannot ken such sharing 
custodian breast-clasp, for  
those unknown beyond our ticked time. 

And rough-shod still 
shaking endless chokings o’er 
dun thrum life core of dust-veiled  
diamonds, carved out’ will-o-wisp threads 

If we could but 
likewise, as frailest fragile,  
quench thirsts aside bonded kin, 
reaping daisy-chain rich returns.