Maybe as a fish, August’s eight-

Year-old, in the deepest beginning of aquaurple water

Sockeyed for a first time

Travelling, likek the bike’s balanced z o o m

Eased uneasily to the atomic Esse

Rubie’s red kiss, then

Into teentingled

Underlining, a kinetic passage to virtu and you

Maybe not as the sockeyed fish, a’fulcrumed stream

Transcading to a manifest dream

Rite of Spring, the new symphony

Expanse not heard before, melodies’

Mated enjambment

Epiphany’s rubato comes to eagre

Noontide refrain and reprise, your

Determinant funneled through bindi

Undoing soft bindings for haute apercu

Maybe as a skate, transcading to a manifest dream.

- H. E. Mantel  and Terrianne Swift