Thanks again for this poem and mini update @d-pend. The fifth stanza is one sentence:
In whose sheen is refracted
The train of consequence to
Transport its goods to the next,
As-of-yet-not-existing—
Whose destiny the metaphor presages.
Take your time.
Although the internet world seems to move faster than reality we have the power to make it stand still. You are like the Dr. Strange of Steemit. You can beat Crono's butt.