From: williamgwilliams@gmail.com   
      
   On Saturday, June 5, 2021 at 12:28:58 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:   
   > 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   
      
   You and your eggs. This is brilliant, certainly inspired. "Fissured skull of a   
   fractal Plan." Who is Nancy?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)