Human Resources, how might I direct your call?

Congregation: Press One.

Human Resources, how might I direct your call?

Down it darts, a kingfisher, a bolt of hunger unerring, an appetite driven, in flight.

Halted even more quickly, little blue dagger, cerulean awl,

In the clap of a frost-giant's hands.

A cosmic verb’s sublime intonation,

an adverb, between here and elsewhere,

the wind’s secret accent, in elemental

rhythm, pipes alone with multi-nibbed