Elephant in the Room

Profoundly quiet, Blind Nell sits down,
clad in her daggle-tail nightgown.
From far away, her great renown
has led us to this unquiet town.

Clad in her daggle-tail nightgown,
infamy, and a thunderstorm
have led us to this unquiet town.
The Power Corner starts to swarm.

Infamy and a thunderstorm:
conjured by Blind Nell's aged Storm Tray.
The Power Corner starts to swarm.
Piano discords ricochet.

Conjured by Blind Nell's aged Storm Tray,
blind spirits gather for her quest.
Piano discords ricochet
around the walls at her behest.

Blind spirits gather.  For her quest
she calls the Sovereign Elephant.
From round the walls, at her behest,
we hear their scribbled babblement.

She calls the Sovereign Elephant
to feed the Storm Tray eleven pence.
We know their scribbled babblement
astounded us.  Yet it made sense.

He feeds the Storm Tray eleven pence
from far away.  Her great renown
astounded us, yet it made sense.
Profoundly quiet, Blind Nell sits down.


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