Watching Demeter from the crystalline nostril. A light wind sauntered past, like a caribou breaking wind. Switching out, into the distance, the stagecoach slams. Crooked smiles were healed as the heads rolled along the vanilla tiled floor “I am dainty, I am dandy!” Confucius whispered as he tiptoed in blood Never reasoned.. . Never more has been yelped How easily did the dream come apart, like a really nice bed in one’s fin Her shiny pate radiated like Sagittarius in the sky We have done the cycle, now crush me–oh!