Hope and its various disembodiments,
Terraced upon a grove of grey-maroon
Tonsils, connect the innuendoes of jasmine
And lavender to the uncommon shrills fostered
Beneath old basins once familiar to mill-bred granules
That had long since forgotten the joy of wind born free.
Below the sky there are many reprehensible tales to be found. Unfortunately, the search is much easier than the rescue.