A patch atop a patch of grass

A window on a feast, a vast

And shadowed spangled something

Caught in angles that won't last

We spoke declensions of dimensions

Tales of time and twice suspension

Yes, a fine device

To splice amidst a sideways mention

This swarm as yet unbothered

Milling memories in concert

Lost in thought and topics

Verdant tones and tomes to ponder

At once and yet by inches shift the mottled pools and patches