Equanimity gathers gravity
ignores depravity

Develops a system 
of not down

A dwelling in
middle town

Telling tall yellow flowers:
do not think you are towers

Under a couple lines 
the spine bends

Does not break
the way it would under ten

Counting, not too well
mounting, only in hell

Gelatin 
melanin

A leaf bobs back and forth
not threating in this season

To be ground
before time