"Peeling mandarines in CyberSpring"

"Not just the grace of fingered feel and touch, but the hint of summer breath upon a hive buzzing with shared secrets of the sweet; dark honey flows from hummed travesties of springtime over winters. A rind upon a fruit, a kind of hide and suite of pealing declaration; skinning the disguise of seasons, thickened on the seeding discontent: cycles, time, braced,tracked, traced and hunted with a minded pawed and gentled claw, torn to near and nervous electronic leap; an earthing for the dance of electricity."