A red admiral emerges from its madder lair, alarmed!
An idler of drama! From dreams to a laird!
Lo! the litany of the tortoise shell inhere, twixt peer, genesis is,
At rest pupa pressed ingot fate, waiting patiently a holier troth
In the lee, utopia tossed teased rising oft.
O! Battle cry of momentum O fate!
Crumb of a lofty mating I spy:
A memento of the comma butterfly!
The silken kiss of a nymph priestess: