Small view I live my world through:
This cut-crazy luxometry, so plosive:
Twenty-eight you’s and me’s crash:

Wring colors into it: They’ll marry:
The same Patterns, same Matrices:
Their view I live my world through:

Light trapped alive in a wire cobweb:
Rectangles trapped in a well:
The same: I catch my views in the world:

Either/or cyclones, I wring with my hands:
Now you’re twenty-eighths: Colors collapse:
My small world of patterns and wires