In the seventy sixth year of the twentieth fallen petal..... a knot tied with Jacks Screaming Guitar begat Maving's strap, that which yielded the mighty Fury. Hutch, Zot Carmen's scarved warrior surfing the PCH sublimed to a wonder, the silent, sweet seed dream days of Bock's studio. Onyx's timber stuffed Dart, led the way to Fin's Caged Partch  blossoming so many colours, shorn then by Julie's Scissors stolen from Fritzy's Trees. Then in the third year of the Twenty first thirst I asked them not to hunt, and surreptitiously at my step (in five).........a crystal