Ganymede sounds like a name
for a humming firefly,
who hovers 'loft above a plane
in some purple fugue-y world.

She probably ventures, off, abroad
in her otherworldly slumber,
tip-toeing, like one's a onesie,
to a stream of conscious.

'Haps otherwise, say, not-at-all,
because a fool may see
some grandiose community,
some gentleness in none.