Esme(e)'s smile, a moment no more, transformed
her face superlatively instantly changing them
every 1 in a moment, no more, no heart could
bear more of that beauty inconceivable it had
been sworn unimaginable to any mortal
but twas the thread and stem of
life's hope it was just
to see it a moment, no more.
smile ended all
Esme(e) defined the center of the platform.
spotless stockings and erudite drawl Esme(e)
so I thought. Esme(e)
stood and the silence lasted for the length
of her stillness.
women seemed not to care.
pose was exquisite.
Esme(e)'s nose, that striking straight finely
etched nose, matchless.
thusly, the episode had already commenced.
ignorance beat like anything 1/2 destroyed and
would not die.
like a self-puffed cake enduring for the sweet douse of cream held
her board outstretched before her. The outstretched
board where beads slid and clacked and metal
hooks plucked and accumulated wealth
in numbers safe.
Carrie's single thread grew longer than her life.
Sitting straight-spined Violet spoke in languages
and all of them were mathematics.
Rose frowned perplexed touching her nascent machine
with its dials and its grids.
Wealth in contests
More wealth blossoms than
mastering the seas by manipulating time.
the same Esme(e) said, "Now."
This did not tune attention. Contrary
to my expectation but flowing with my ignorance
this broke apart their familiar tableau with
Carrie drawing forth her spindle from her woollen folds while
Rose produced a nascent machine for logging time and distance vertically
throughout the expanded world.
Elaine ignored her extracting her computational
board from its viny niche and Violet smiled
and sat upon her stack of books which were
all, she declared, lists of lists. Knowledge
it was quite clear to them expanded with the
world as though it had been thought
and as though that thought were viable.