Arabesques of single-stroke as a fluid stream
Cascades and creases of artless cloth
mottles plain of greater canvas
Wind adorns the looking-glass sea; thrums
of turquoise in monochrome ebbs
Cream-white paper, recumbent
In a leather-bound embrace
- sallow with time
Their words, modest as they form
In curlicue spires upon consonant pillars.
Stoic, unornamental, austere
Great complexity in regress
The void of guile, one finds, beguiles
As they exist, chaste in hue,
Without one wish to coalesce.