Vortex-Mining

John Ray, in 1671, extracted pure acid by the spiritous distillation of crushed red ant remains. What have I done, today, as acerbic or sodding perfect? As consummate, complete, thoroughgoing and stark, as virtuous and undiluted? Where has time gone, immaculate and symphonious?

We retreat to synthesize commodities and knit, the world described as indescribable, (or perhaps an oasis of awesome: approachable by all, one or none.)

Skeps of Ogilvie Sisters
Swarms under canopy
Dysphoric thorax-fecundity
Colony collapse, nave and apse
No honied commodity