An Elysian blunder was how it began;
a careless spark spewed over heaven’s brim
and shrubbery was ablaze in heathen/land.
The worst part was the humorless witness:
flock-boys were bothersome with time
to watch and wonder and suspect more.
Since original fire could not consume…
merely entice and dazzle and show,
improvisation was called for, so I AM
assigned an asinine, too/big quest, enough
to quiver and quail a shepherd’s lust
to tell and brag of what he had witnessed.
We know how that turned out.
Belated Words 
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