Mouse Trap

The faces you love best are but coiled springs. And what of those cherished events that can hold a year's worth of unbroken anticipation? They are sleek metallic clamps. Revenue hikes are the first to make a nose twitch. Not too far from this promise are a parade of sculpted legs. Some of them in fishnets and still others in their naked glory. You may glut yourself on exotic dishes that refill with one look or raise of a hand. How about standing armies that are stripped of fear pledging themselves to your command? One can only hope to acquire a name worthy of progeny. Come out from your corners. Do not scurry as if a hammer were raised above you. Take your time and choose. Better yet, fly with eagle wings that swirl at the end of a finely aged bottle. Drink down your elevation. Array yourself with fabrics that make flesh disappear into a flowing art show. Pull rank over the security detail. Your attendance is a nickel plated eventuality. Touch the gemstones behind display and the cost of them will double. Breath fire upon dotting tetrarchs. It is given to the emperor power to melt. He has also power to cool. Send forth a commission among harpists to sooth. Let every composer wake up in a cold sweat. Melody is a cast spell. Every flutist shall experiment his way into a signature sound. Strummers will play until their joints lock with no reprieve. Talons of the sky are much more honest than these delights. Is your foot stuck? Does your belly ache? In a splintered box, you will find ten more like you, half alive. When your eyes meet, you will whisper things of temperance, but it will be too late.