graduating ex nihilo cum laude
elbows akimbo propelled by a rubber band tinkerbelle takes on the world
round one and through the gate that only opens from the inside she gasps at
Michelangelo's David in a Zegna suit schmoozing the paparazzi his vanilla feet
sound janglier than the swift god's sistrum think kelp in honey think
shooting a movie from a chopper rushing to rescue swimmers
offal should be offered thus in the breach where the sea comes in
(read upside down this slows enough to hear
the wrigglers in their white wood march again I am that gentle knight
and your life pricked upon the plain)
the murmur of the ancients
is scalable