Don’t force. Little things. Days. Hay the heap in which pricker lost, scintillant sharp-eye.
Pay attention. A haystack is a stack of needles. Needles of hay. Stop scouring gold for cold steel.
Engage the operative. Draw the lines taut and subtle like muscle tissue like sinew bow strings, foreleg of deer drawn taut to down the fleeing deer.
The deer enables the hunter. Without her there is no hunt<h>er.
Or is there? Her taut-strung sinews string his lyre. Therefore, he thinks, they commune.
Head too heavy to lift up?
Look down, upon reflective surfaces.
Try cans of spent motor oil. Try backside of spoons. Try sphericals. Try eyes of adoring animals. Try shiny-ing your shoes.