borrowing some language from “Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll
Wheel on, Earth! This grinning orbit, lopsided axle bolted to time’s effortless wheeze - each season, a childhood of delicate unfurling. A quarter is in the rest of shadows ..digging holes for themselves; uncleaving from the brunt of sun’s inevitable eye. But sleep must crash open. Winter’s serrated boughs with vorpal stab pierce the warm, moist huddle of buds, fat and inky: the explosive bust of spring, cartridges punctured interstices bleeding colour and light. Ineffable. And thus, summer blisters its bright blade sharpened to fire-lighting, manxome heat folded upon itself, unbearable until beamish rays are pruned by autumn's snicker snack. And like crushed nut-shells trimmed to brown and clattering about our ears in dull, relieving harmony, we fall to rest with frabjous certainty and turn about again. This grinning orbit, lopsided axle bolted to time’s effortless wheeze - each season, a childhood of delicate unfurling.