°°On Meliorism of no-more-a-poet°° |caption| °°On Meliorism of no-more-a-poet°° Sits there a poet, amidst the supernal blues with paper folded flowers scattered around and beads of an endless string shattered on the lake's surface. I had heard of sea beds and river beds but does the same alluvial blanket spreads itself on the sedimentary pillow on the lake bed even?
