Word pear violins dash small string music. Along arching aisles the vision dangles in the dank copper of an inimical sea. The fleet heron is lodged under her cranium. The willow sonnets its thin arms through the air. Guided round a curving egg flowing under lake, west lies a bracket of spinning webs and angles and a hollow bone for jewels. Draped an opal on a wall arms and eye drips by pressed self to a draining stomach. Dimmer, paler miles diminish watery horses fist or bright lips. Graceful plants move their soft bodies on the ions in iridescence. A steam had trembled like a thin stick which damp light absorbs like our own names and our souls.