decked in matrimonial garb, i flung the endgame ring. out of a window's window. a flashing feedback loop, in the long and short of its circuit. (view-review). featherless birds of paradise tattooed in brilliant color, leapt to their deaths to retrieve it. as pins broken in the weave of time's fabric, engraving the golden round of the ring. slipping on perfect fits. usurping the distinction between things, inspiration stabbed repeatedly. High-Lawfully-Weddedness! tears ran up the forehead, instead of down the cheeks-- the consummations of a million springs vibrated cymatic oceans of nectar. The Fall Reversed. air breathed on naked bodies, lain shamelessly.