Steam rises from the surface of a pond - tulip hosts a black dragon.
By a chorus of frogs outside - I am struck - by a frigid splash
You dreamt of days of cavaliers upon heaving chargers, lances levelled, swords drawn, ripping through ranks of worthy foes arrayed; martyrdom's price would not go left unpaid. But you're no knight, the bit's between your teeth; corrupted hands you placed your reins beneath. They grip and rip and tell you where to turn and spur …
Chin aloft; standing on the shoulders of giants - pissing on their heads!
My heart skips a beat as a gale-force wind issues; "Alhamdulillah!"
Behold the breaking! Two-by-two the blackbirds sing - welcome to the white.
I ask a lost man his address. Arrogantly, he shows me a globe. "I'll reinvent the wheel!" shouts that nearly-dead man. He shows me a cube.