Tambourine
The Commedia dell'arte not Her drollery: masked celebration for the inspection of cask and cellar for an imbibing deception. Mortar, a mucilage: entombed entertainment for Two: walled restriction a palisade for protection from One's own state of Being and frame of Mind, indeed. The Harlequin spats with spastics to a tune infectious: skipping hither and thither in search of Answer: one less at banquet: one removed without concern: a singular missing bedlamite beldam amidst the distraction of a Sanity supposed.
The Rook mistaken for Raven: a Chess piece positioned for a sacrificial scheme: the Swindler as subject: the Crook's contempt lessened by lesions of lessons in Laugh and the legions of Caricature as painted by crime. Her repartee swift in retort:
'It shall not be We, Four in Fact: if not for Circa Spring, We may have never been at all.'
And therefore It goes unspoken Four: an Orphant for Orphanage: She shall stitch quilt and rung for a departure in the Night following Next: 'Nix That' She crows to the Crow of Windowsill post and fancy, 'a replacement due: Chapter Six demands escape: an unraveling of frock for the purpose of String's continuance: let We weave circumvention: let We entangle garment for an absconding decampment: leave We alone to admire appreciation as a vanishing mired: let We wander in the eschewal of demarcation and constraint: We shall meet again, We were never known.'
And with that intact: She began to weep, even though the Crow of Windowsill perch remained to comfort and distract: to allay and to console: to provide puncture for immunity when prosecution flounders and fails once again.
'You are not Kind,' She dictated. 'You are not the One dissolved. Our patient is Patience, and thusly never to be confused with what you have not got.'
