The Fame Cart

Wry free wriggling, call
it wreaking, evocative yes,
with a frustrated tipping
tongue no. Strong senses
natural and seizes, authors
candles, calls them candor
fires. To be flame and in 
a room is control; to be
cool and wick without 
light is to give up the
seek. Searchers lurch
from find to find, un
kind. The try problem,
solved only by images
conjured in the act of
taken over and
flipping again.