The dominant fugues in that quaint place, may seem obscure and almost inchoate,

As the mind can capture and compartmentalise,

 the golden garlands of sunshine nuggets,

 that bounce of legendary tiered hue rivers,

 and their sinusoidal detours that wend and weave,

 as if impelled by the silent imprimatur of a riveting Earth orbital,

 spin that is merrily muted though still only to an inert dalliance,

In equal measure though maybe without the structures of meter, the universal psyche can intrude upon, spy, observe, eavesdrop, 

plagiarise and pilfer dry wit down to earth devilishly side splitting gag swops or a cabal, loitering on the fringes,

of an old hutch of any kind or its equivalent,

 Nameless entities swing rhythmic as a juggernaut of areas under one area, appear more like some mini microcosm or universe downsized,

A dwelling can be that tilted, tottering, transient, 

it can be that carrier pigeon of named occupants of bizarre nomenclature, 

or names prosaic that vanish without a tiniest trace,

 into a vacuous atmosphere voracious in its appetite for a nothingness,

if only I could put a finger to what’s going on,

I observe, scan, peruse, absorb.

sponge like absorption in an entranced ritual careening,

 like a rickety road vehicle swaying in cantankerous unpredictable anarchic fashion,

From a distance this desperation may have the illusion of collating, diverse disparate fragments of thoughts in any context,

 that maybe on a rudderless quest for a context being.