Curls, swirls, turns, flash and dart
Frightened feathers flutter through the air
A caucus race of faceless, nameless mimes
Her wooden face, melting in her cinders
Her dance, reflecting in my eyes
Never-ending labyrinth of bashful ways
Swinging to her house in a rain gutter
Fleeing to her wooden, stale day
Her ever-so-poisoning picturesque
The plotless charade of blindness
On the careless bed of roses
On the spot, on the mind
Not a dilly dally day, on her timely gown
Just a blank burden
Never lost, never found