came the uber-, came the kryptonite; came the forest, crept the shadow form.

ever hold a hardcover edition
of a book,
        really close to your nose,
and imitate the cartoon animator's
game, or rather,
the primitive form of
animation, using paper,
       what i mean by that,
it's not exactly flicking through
the pages,
             but rather on the pivot
of the volume of the book:
resting on the thumb,
             with the pages being
released,
                 like an unfolding
of a peacock's tail,
           and the perfume residing in
this...
               then again,
asking for a whiff of fallen
autumn leaves is just as
                         infuriating to concede
an existence of.
ah, perhaps releasing
doves at a wedding is a
                better representation;
in anglo-saxon terms:
            W = Ł...
                           as to the ancient
sculptors of rome V = U...
                               ergo,
    back into anglo-saxon?
                            valdmenshen;
woodsman.­