Wild and inefficient,
I rampage through life,
half rapture and half charade.
Holyhead patched over in iron,
Spiders in a lockbox, sturdy and true.
She puts a fistful of flower seeds in my aching mouth,
Watches my teeth gardenbloom a grin,
Parallel to the impishness, no armory or arms-race.
An excercise if fractal expansion.