From publisher blurb:
The Grand Stair stretches behind the scenes of the multiverse,
The Doors upon its unfathomably vast span leading the way to gossamer worlds of limitless variety and infinite possibility. Poetica Mundi is a realm where poetry itself is the foundation of reality – where rhyming phrase beat laser rays...
There once was a gossamer realm,
With poetical force at the helm,
In delicate prose,
They spun weals and woes,
And nursed every ash, oak, and elm.
The waves and the wind and the hills,
Shift as pentameter spills,
These lyrical words,
Sing brightly as birds,
A manifestation of wills.
Sometimes it is madness, be sure,
Banality's bane is its cure,
When poetry's pouring,
Never tis boring,
Wide wonders drip wet with allure.