Quietly now, gaze into the horizon of a fossil's dream.
A dishwasher dreams of Everest's peak, pursued by appliance aficionados.
Breathe deeply - in the realm of marginalia and raging sheep herders,
somewhere gently rests a soap opera improbably choreographed in iambic pentameter.
If curiosity tugs, wander here into the labyrinth
of underused talents partnered with the banal Tuesdays of the calendar.
Discover ye what skirmishes lie southwest of whispered decorum.