Do UR Best (A surreal terza rima) in solution

Best’n Sola traverses solid crystals alone,

Alone she bites the hand of each fellow

Then grabs the social strata to be cloned

Like the harmony of spheres in Alpha-Bello

Entangled in chords only slightly human (and)

Darkly sly like canids; swift but not mellow

B. Sola of Venusian plasma acumen

Smolders with comma-cosmic charisma

Fluttering under angels of dirty lumen

She enters evolution’s modern mezmera

In remedialremedial prisons of Cali’s echo (as)

Sola bends her soul to reach an enigma

Prisms speak of an enlightened quacko

Traveling in bands of patriotic prophets

Insuring absolute parabolas of El Greco

High above, Sola rides the invisible carpets

Dissolving magnetic melodramas of the sun

Slowly Infusing Tolkien’s happy, raspy hobbits

As the Earth has heard but nothing is done

Delivering canned chaos and atomic bombs

While aware beings are almost totally none

In a cloud of fire Xanadu is begging alms

The golden lightening melts the silver cord

And the music is the only song that calms

For which way we jump upon the sword

We’ll never reach the deepest deep

Until our symphony cannot be ignored