(It’s the z-to-a challenge, using the last letter of the word instead of the first. And remember, kids: word inversion – GOOD; corporate inversion – BAD. – S.B.)

Through packs of tracks, and parallax
We toted sacks upon our backs
And did the max to not be lax
With tacks in stacks, and too-tight slacks

The Analects: it redirects
Perspective into recollects;
The specks and flecks can get complex
In convex or arcane respects

In new galactic palmistry
(That some think of as sophistry)
We plumb the span of history
A luminescent mystery

So we arrived, and dived, and thrived
On live endive that had survived,
And then contrived to be revived,
And bumble-bee’d, and stung, and hived

We live for facts – like sealing wax
And honeycomb, and sugar smacks,
And wizardry in wane and wax,
And stellar parallax attacks

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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