Narcissus-X rides the dark rainbow past a putter's green to the club house of grim contemplation. Malachite green, course of spinach hue, adjusting the grip and bending the knees slightly, to drive and drive and drive and still seek the green: ever present and ever distant.
Ectoparasitic concepts abound, skimming above the lawns and around the trunks.
An elephant lifts its trunk, but it's any portmanteau in a storm.
Narcissus-X regards the night, rides the dark rainbow through the obsidian sky.