a Mystery be drop’d into Roulette’s Carouse embarking Her daily Routine leashing the bait’d Breath of Her Master’s Sphere’s by scouting newer Avenues to enhance Life’s Knowledge of Heaven’s shifting Sands
though imperceptible but beheld Her Melodies be Woodlands’ Breath— Colloquy of Wind and Trees and Lakes Sunshine and Moonlight Darkness and Heaven’s Tears and Beasts all vying for Turf— remote from Clamor’s and Blight’s stampedes upon Cement and Runway Skies and Addictions to Airwaves— for an unknown Term Nature’s uncultivat’d Realm
Globe of Fire in Clouds be embellish’d— tho Spectrum feinting to Hues’ Absence— at present ‘tis Beauty of Complexion fresh— trancing Visions to newer Frenzies
Somewhere between Forest and Sea be Bridge Transparent— slowly laden with Scents of Footprints from wild Curiosities— who educate Themselves in the Where— gradually solidifying Enjoyment in shar’d Territories by Human and Beast
with a Hat full of Spirits— th’ Eyes and Ears of th’ Ups and Downs either from Man’s Heart or from Tilapia’s Tongue— He is the Memory of the Day till even beyond Last Call