An imagistic narrative word play, akin to fantasy. A carborundrum eye for the most extreme poetic Minutia.

Sleep is a striking woman accosted by various men while in dance; The warring desires thus present themselves as on a battlefield – hunger comes arrayed with red plumes to befit his appetites, sensuality somewhat decked out as a dandy in a mauve waistcoat and, of course there is fear, the most thwarted of the suitors, bejeweled with a flashing sabre, rattling it from the tail of his skinny stick horse, the pale charger riding to intercept the beautiful courtesan, Sleep, ...