From: viciouspaul890@gmail.com   
      
   On Sunday, May 30, 2021 at 8:24:32 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:   
   > Eggs without a Soul – An American Tale / for Nancy    
   >    
   > The nagging question remained,    
   > what to do, with the secrets    
   > lying buried,    
   > and carried,    
   > in the as yet undiscovered hollowed Mind    
   > of the cosmic biblical Queen,    
   > that the King himself could never reach;    
   > The mystic cage of Magical flesh,    
   > Containing all the Colors    
   > of their covenanted crafted rainbow −    
   > Archaic Arc    
   > of mis-assumed Anarchy, costly    
   > Sacrifice −    
   > of cultivated Wizardry    
   > Hysterical Deer in armored terror,    
   > trapped in nature’s    
   > Fashioned Harry −    
   > Spring’s Tornado’s incisive introduction    
   > to an intrepid whirling dervish    
   > Set in motion,    
   > caught in every Stolen Headlight −    
   > frozen,    
   > locked in taut,    
   > Dizzying,    
   > Touched Tail spin    
   > Plummeting back down to Earth again    
   > the Shell of a Myth,    
   > Cracking up −    
   > former captive    
   > of their Broken Cup;    
   > Another firing, cocked misfit corrupt;    
   > A shattering, fantastical    
   > exploding −    
   > of calculated Chaos,    
   > Eroding;    
   > Conceived in hidden constituted    
   > Alchemy −    
   > Kaleidoscope crystalizing all too clearly    
   > she herself dismembered    
   > in Hallowed insanity    
   > Caught within a cloudy illusion;    
   > the scattered cacophony    
   > of confusion −    
   > A concealed crazed    
   > AlphaBet delusion    
   > a Battered Heart which could never hold    
   > the incontestable power of Gold −    
   > it could never hold Water    
   > and was,    
   > Sooner or Later,    
   > bound to dissolve    
   > Opulent Obtuse Opinions    
   > into Flipped,    
   > undeniable Facts −    
   > Strangers in a sad forsaken Land    
   > Sunflower’s turquoise Turreted Tower    
   > sinking Lifelessly    
   > in the sand    
   > like Humpty Dumpty falling,    
   > tumbling,    
   > all down into pieces...    
   > He fell off that formidable wall −    
   > foolish choked    
   > Irresistible Gull −    
   > Fissured skull    
   > of a fractal Plan,    
   > she fell straight    
   > in, to    
   > the Frying pan − Yolks    
   > bubbling,    
   > with melted Butter...served UP    
   > with sizzling Bacon Crisps:    
   > Sculpted glamorously    
   > into Royal Strips −    
   > slid shimmering    
   > Onto our Smelt Plate:    
   > Global Grand Slam at a Reduced Rate    
   > they turned her into eggs    
   > Over Easy:    
   > All to the delight    
   > of her dearest Companions,    
   > so Greasy.    
   > (Just one Caveat −    
   > of which to be aware    
   > If you can, remember    
   > please    
   > Handle With Care.)    
   >    
   > Anybody care for Brains?    
   >    
   >    
   > Ẅ   
      
   Cool... gonna post in the poetry group...??   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)