Beans, Boston beans, Boston Brahmins: Boston baked beans made with beer and yellow onions.
Beans of song, beans of note, beanbag chairs are mellow boats. Narcissus-X goes sailing there: below the sky, above the stair. And stares through cold and glassy panes, past icy stars to ebon infinities.
Jack, shrewd Jack, wise beyond bourgeois dreams. Sold the cow for a handful of beans.
Beans in the moonlight, Beans in the night, Beans ascending to starry heights.
If Narcissus-X dreams, will the giant sleep?