Wet Feet

Damp socks striken feet into the record,
overdoing their impropers for spelling 
night as the nigh well post-day.
As far as confusion goes,
the light goes further.
And in the light there is borne
a lucid particle, a clear ideal,
shorn from its sunshiner bruises
each indigo welt proof 
that travels and pains have arrived
on the shores of this little particle
whose eventuality includes
these wettish feet.