Lightly tethered verse

And melody itself is like a word

Indeed the word that everyone will hear

Aesthete and villain, child and sage, the same

The nose forgot giraffes beneath the pond

And who among us doubts that she was right?

The rhythm finds where reason's wall is weak

A Trojan horse concealing thoughts absurd

A soothing voice to calm a savage fear

The subtle introduction to a game

Mere verbal ploy to hook up with some blonde

As bitter pills are swallowed with delight

So when I can, I give my words a tweak

It doesn't matter if some meaning's blurred

I only need to draw the quarry near

Come, Moth, I'm masquerading as your flame

I promise visions from the realms beyond

A band of crystal camels is in flight.