Under, over, through, and above.

Then back again,

Under, over, through

Follow each pattern

In and out and back inside,

Again, again, again, again

Even as the thread tightens

The seam mends

So does it loosen and sag

For there is an end point,

Back at the beginning

But I was pricked

Stung by the point of precision,

A risk with each compounding value of repetition

And this is how bleeding leads to beauty