Oh boy what spirit!
Inertia breaking at will
The ground is doing the walking tonight
Moon-shadows are holding stride
All globe and no snow
Unbound in the know
Lining shelves for times low
Peeks over shoulders on cold morning rows
Let us be mindful – never fearful – of all things in space
For there’s ice most thin on which we skate
In a moment…in adherence to truth and change
Once bountiful order now shudders and quakes
Names and faces are interchanged
Our respective Shires now food for flames
It is the hour of the phoenix…and lettuce…and snails
When matter is found only in the word of the tail
Remember:
Events and intervals are bound like lovers
Chaos on one level is harmony on another’s
