Behind the Eternal Fringes

The unpopular express their popular strings to the garrison, contained within safe boundaries, there, their thoughts pirouetting words hung, the black beetles shine like exotic fresh water pearls strung waving like green peas shelled nonchalantly cast into boiling pots not of their own making in the soup of the fifth estate boiled well, swallowed and regurgitated, muses the pods left wide open floating in the nowhere like emerald boats without sails blinking internal, forever behind the eternal fringes Candide Diderot. ‘24 homonyms