frenetic hums dull as a creaky mega-clops awaits its bronzed alligator. with summer's day free he clutches and tears mystery to see etched in the finest join-up: `that of formless beauty' just that in what must be a universal language the impression reads circle blackness: z. basheer and wonder gives way to wonder gives way to wonder gives way to won... he hears shadows swim on cave walls and resound in sweltering null. alligators fearing light fall will not sing. and in some kingdom that retched plato is already smiling smiling.