DIWH_FR051 Oh, the dress of endless guise, Twists of silk, a serpent’s ties. A thousand forms in fleeting glow, Yet none that steady hands bestow. Wrap it close, then let it fall, Echoes rise, a siren’s call. But lo, the knots betray the scheme— A tangled art, a waking dream. Infinite dress, thou teasing wraith, Mocking skill, yet holding faith. Through chaos spun, thy beauty sings, A fleeting dance on shifting wings.