Rhyme and Reason

Moodily searching the chord she lost,

sweet Cobra, photogenic, would
(or forest?)  finally – well, and truly

shivering like an American – shed

her skin and bounce those beams of Brightness.
House of smoke! [hiss…] House of fire!

(By all accounts an intrusion?) Regret,

she said, the fact you didn’t belove
our Song of More so that forgetting

were not an option, mobster, for now

your eye has nothing more to see,
she said, distributing random reflections,

Rhyme nor Reason joining her side.