When it is calm here water stained wall paper welters into iris fields it is a loud clamor following;
bare remnant foot-stones through greenhouse gardens over lily-pads with tongues patched by chrome specks beautiful darkness only glowing here and there; by dim blue candle flames just to spy these tips of creation; to gaze all would ruin it's form like the ash encased ancestors of Pompeii This is where where alarum is short lived stammered shrills absorbed by calm feeding off sound the thirst for us noisy gloats