According to Nietzsche's roll of the dice

magniloquent
mazesofmoments
loosen
each
lurkofaleap
into
entymologicalflows
and
if
there
is
time
to decipher an opus
deliberately dripping vermeersandvangoghs
far from the edge of a yawning abyss
she
would
candle a zithering wadeofawatch,
a trajectorial netknotted knotch,
swing psalms through the eyes of a needling read,
pour shadows past parallel rushingsandgushingsofdeeds,
parse parvenue passingsofmezzotintdreams,
float liliesofvalliesonsharptwilightscreams,
swim swivellingswallowingquestioningstreams,
fold farflailing faces through philosophical seams,
stroke pepperingpercepts on portraitsofprayers
splash neighbouring agesofepochsanderas,
frame futuresbecomingallpossibleworlds,
and wind whorlsintowords
rigging rosewaterwhispers
in ribboning grasps
at infinite speeds



"There are times when old age produces not eternal youth
but a sovereign freedom, a pure necessity in which one enjoys
a moment of grace between life and death,
and in which all the parts of the machine come together
to send into the future a feature
that cuts across all ages: Titian, Turner, Monet."
(Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guattari, WIP)