Dark Valentines to the rescue
Glasses tingling softly on the table
Over a fast coming rumble
Fortune cookies contain
Broken DNA strands
My scrubbed princes
See doors after doors
Sharpshooting their way
Through the maze
And they gain with focus
Like a grounded flock of
Walking Icaruses
They, swarming dead ends
Until Lady Minautor is
One woman under science
Taken first for a palimpsest
– when she’s rhapsody before all –
And first mouvement symphony.
Credit image : The Theory of The Deep Understanding of Things
Frédéric Benqué 