Four letters - four towers of a fort
That keep the place in shape,
Jane's a mediocrist using their cohort
As an invisible cape.
She's a stranger regardless of time,
With little known and less guessed
- with the look of a witness of a crime,
She seems to find her lost soul blessed.
She's the stable element
Armed with butterfly wings;
Jane, she came and never went.
She's the air tomorrow brings.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoesíaA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
