Music in the undulating blue – 

One jester plays around a gear

Some cymbals by the elemental shear

Of minute and lead. 

 

The tune emerges as a stream

You see form grooves in the upper altitudes – 

I watch the face mark the air

And whirl back into caverns of wood. 

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As brews of fire pass from earth to sky

And all else swoops, lower to ground,

The roaming moon and he exchange old tricks

Between a pane of hollow foliage.

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Night juggles – 

Hisses and sniffs.