The stage is set for the actors to pace it,
Aves, breath, pause, gape, blow its crinaline to leight gap,
The eves grading its way through the climes of sound,
Edge of lightness fringe its cleft upon the waves,
The leer and themes are written in tuen
The scales and voices are teeteated in a chorale
The lightness of tears oogling its way,
The balance of the aire is now to be acclaimed.

by Janet De Feyo

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