Corners turned & fates revised–so balances the beam
A splayed delay, then RICOCHET as CHAOS slings the schema
Reveal: A plinth–a LABYRINTH–a HINGE-so creaky door
Outside a bride who’s stir’d & fried her veggies with a spork
Macabre or humdrum? All relies on THIS; the wine uncorks
[or: Macabre or humdrum? All relies on THIS, the road that forks]

Ipse dixit, I hope. [smiles]