From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   On Wednesday, June 2, 2021 at 12:21:33 PM UTC-7, Zod wrote:   
   > 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...??   
      
   i'm out.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)