Palindrone

Mind-focus glare cuts you like a knife and scatters your sensibilities in frost-maple twirls of unabashed color, performance hue of perfection chained to kaleidoscope fog saturated by champion tuesday woes. Chaining reality to boulders of evergreen lace, modern face to the world of wire-cutters, rheingold images fancy free, raisin intellect hampered by a cold draft predicted in the reflected afternoon, fabulous moon-eater of silent chorus. Woven grass obscures the mercurial sky, bending a starry trail of light that follows the grey dawn to slumber, amber-lit beads strung on sound take shape in a hollow moss-covered log. Hide a lantern between my timeless eyes of gold in the hurricane hours I spend. Jigsaw fancy free on a bed of hot iron and double-nailed crosses to a cloudy form, desperate in the search for wind chimes and influence waiting by an aspen tree in slanted sunlight, catching its breath with clean swimming whiskers and silver rings of choice, crossword afternoon takes flight.