Tiny Twitter -de-de-dees, placed, tenderly
with hope flowing at the speed of light.
A shoe box of boyhood; costly as nard, priceless
to his mother’s heart.
Ah, the Muse. She spins her fickle spell!
Like the Leviathan, she turns and swells,
Frothing up both dark and light from fathoms deep.
The center holds-Flaming Glory forms
The Seed, the Germ Herself, altering as she is,
pales, fails, sweeps, arises in the majestic,
Blaze of its master’s eye.