Tell Me A Story in poem form, sort of. A simpler variant on climbing rhyme. Really just an attempt at getting myself enthused about this story again.

The fragile city is
aglow, iridescent, this time
temporary, muted-mime hush.
Try to brush gates
and cleats fall through,
tattering you, sun-sprinkling your robe.
This is home, but
speech is not your
own here. Four steps
and check the journey:
broken glass. Hurry! Feathers
sharpened, voice feather-hush.
Rush, rush, scream out!
Drown out doubt, drown
out now, shatter towers,
crumble poppy-flowered heaven.
From your blue place, leaven mine.