Stars as sprusados both high and low, sky’s sparkle and sea’s off-show.

Fishy kind, are you abulic or are you the hare’s tortoise?

Fuzzing quints as if by squints find swevens perseverating a day’s best glimpse.

Fallen from the wishy realm, are you the lost the suns do miss?

Perfervid explorer, passing aquatic place, pauses to connect with both hands and space. : )