i think in terms of compass points
(and russian hotdog waitresses)

a pair of fleas set teeth in cheesegrater dawn
resembles guardian cakewalks
you, the marooned carnivore, float, ice-like, through the catacombs 
bedecked with sailors

infectious march hare rhythm of screech
chill till mirrored claws rise
warm

reprise
light and refraction
incantation decanted and sautéed lightly brown