THE IDIOTIC MUSE OF MISFORTUNE SITS SOLEMNLY, YET SOBER.
PONDERING FOREVER AN IDYLIC MOMENT WHEN ALL WAS WELL WITH
THE WORLD.
AND THEN CONFRONTING THE REALIZATION, THAT, THIS IN FACT,
HAD NEVER...HAD NEVER HAPPENED.

WONDEROUS MAGICAL INTERLUDES AS NAKED NUDITY THRUST SKYWARD
TO THE GLEEFUL SMILE OF A CHRISTMAS DAY FONTIERSMAN.
FOREVER GAZING INTO BEWILDERED EYES CARVED INTO THE SHAPE OF WAXING CRESCENT MOONS.
THUS AVOIDING ANY DARKENED AVENUES