With the ability to change sensation, she remains
defiantly nonplused, vacantly intrigued and eagerly agile-minded, as she carries herself at a distinguished level of endeavourish aplomb and adorable enthusiasm
– for this one world –
Her guitar strap may well have been webbed with spiders but her musical nerves have yet to be held equally archaic and accountable
— to that decrepit level of utter under-indulgence —
Of rhythmic symmetry, which sleeps beneath
that of a staircase steeped.