You flew along way to play jailer in a keep
swoon over candy hook and sin at the keys
Of portable Ko modal terra ferme
And pin tails on all you see.
as Marbles fall to etched bluebirds
rocketing and beading that rolls
Across napoleonic fields of flowering cards.
framed Carthatic ages exchanged on hands
Of sickle leaning on planted walls that tease
You into answering calls to Four murals
Of those remote coded au Bon Hypotenusiance.
Those trees the you lose
And the power to use when visual
distracted by rye timed smiles looking
at land locked Towns using brass ton
Whilst looking for Murmuring maidens
stitching Patchwork toy dolls.