A roulette wheel with a rainbow of colors spun with a moon around reminding the poet of a timely notion where oceans came to rest politicians chorded sounds of the mess where sand isn’t grit on polished halls at the exact point of nowhere Covered with aesthetic patterns shoulder eponyms of iambic pentameters lines inscribed ranked hexameter formations battalions of airborne poets considering motions existential descriptions of everywhere transparent uniforms color over time morphing to glorious algorithms A poet’s uniform was standard issue in past days training to war
