Seeing the falling cherry blossoms –
The queens crossed scepters; the glade ran with violet blood
One to the other chanting,
“Of this but not that, but only if topwise; of questions not exclams, and those times when starstruck; of bakers in bowlers, they say ‘oh, too true’, with djinni and devis, to thine own self be true…”
But in the diterpenoid land of grace,
One to taste and one to take in, one is found and one wanders aimless, one is method, a third is madness. Motion to castle by overflows of roundabouts…
In a switchy kind of way, the mogwai do show wisdom
Lost in Mist 