Later, I may live only as a gisant, but, for today, I choose to live as a giant—crossing with ease, as grasses in breeze, trees bent to my needs. ; )

Enough with the cabaret of cabotinage that has my ears ringing with interludes about the quantities of quail in both palms and trees and my eyes dizzied by the terpsichorean turns of a topless turkey! Not one more peep out of you! ; )

Resplendent glitters upon the chest, like a blink of starry skies, may not better breaths from a plumbeous heart, but they will ever beacon hope across mirrors of watered eyes.

Sky, mount, and river to see snap into a memory, but if a chiliagon looks like an enclosed ‘C’, could this limned milieu be just a reflection of me?

Twixt serenity’s love and alluvion’s awe lie the moments we step into realisation that life is both undreamt and impactful.