For that matter, I also wonder if the vocalist-persona needs a third lyric-poem, an opportunity for her character to perform a short song revealing more of her individual personality to the reader.
Overall this meditation process has taken longer than usual. Which explains my impatience at the lack of congested traffic. The few stop lights provided some resolutions: utilization of an extended conceit of “wilderness,” plus a manipulation of the numerous types of landscape, natural terrain, cluttered woodscapes, and human built metropolises. However, I need more phrases and structure, rhythm and content to begin formulating the meat of the verse. At this moment the main concept lacks a foundation.
•45/ In the shape of a red-tipped fox, Pan slips between trees, between shadows, merging softly with the treeline and the underbrush growing in tangles and in a series of briar knots around his ruined temple. •