Jack be Nimble
Look at me Jack- I’m quick
Reaching for my candlestick.
Want that fire,
said, I need a light
I hold it more closely
for the love of the fight.

Wake up! Says I
Rock Shocks and Talks,
mindful jamble;

Apple’s wormhole staring me
squaring me in the eye.

Most precious daughter-
the seventh princess-
hair eddies and broils
like fire in the Styx River.

Poor peddler with hand painted urns-
Ashes, ashes I’ve been burned.