all kinds of odd sorts of stuffs
go on behind the red rock bluffs
agony resides in a small structure
way out in the valley
where it is rarely wandered
the dust and sand whirl around just so
that all the nymph minions
can move to and fro
in a seamless veil
safe from the pack hounds
that come and go
there is a translucent fata morgana
with cold as ice eyes
who hovers on hilltops
to remain in disguise
from an axiom seeker
exhorting reprise