i.
All melody-riddled and hallowed,
I’ve sat on a throne made of pipe-organs,
Hymnal and carnivalesque in regency.
I’m a reignrotten clown,
Halfthought and cursemade;
Singing.
ii.
A crescendo, a cascade, a carousel.
A coursework in excess.
iii.
I’m topsy-turvy in turns, and soft hearted in others.
Sheepcounted dreams and twinebound to
Witchblood music and lilac skies.