prolific stranger

but what couldn’t I write about,
what secret could I not spell,
as they all come in so pell-mell,

every word so seems to shout—
for me to gather all and sell
this sweet story I so tell:

who loves whose beauty,
but, more importantly,
where, when and why—

however remotely—
a secret is a secret,
but still you can try—

here are some key-words:
uniformity, good authority,
rarity, and the sky, high—