the depth ridden, arch vaulted cavern

took their whispers echoing exagerations

of beginning syllables and ending in symbols

of hollowness

touche

cried the muse

two today

replied the cavern

lifting themselves without effort

they floated to a fountain

 

poetry was invented by seashells 

took the course of a horse

with wings  

sailed the moat

surrounding humanity

where there is no boat

cept in sanity

and said

 

clear as crystal

nay much clearer

hard as steel

nay much harder

is the diamond

cut to perfection

with tender affection

to bedazzle

to bejewel

a fool