From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   i don't know what's wrong with me. i did this in two seconds. (ykwim...)(but   
   then kept fiddling with it here)   
      
   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;   
   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   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)