…my evergreen oasis, never
Taking shape, now sullen, so scion
Descending dahlia-shaped stairs down a
Garden path to truth, to tergiversation
Tantivy toward a pHoToSyNtHeSiS of my
Magnanimous
Morphogenesis
Much is made of restoring order
Recrudescent descent unto Fête Gede, it’s
All ash, and five-fingered hands are
To blame for primord…
