The Colourful World in Nickolai Gold Volume II

Through the filters their wanders edge.Indeed Gold and Plumpy Pout cross the barriers of existence once again.Where solvents have been poured. Where solutions have been stirred. And where emulsifiers have been blended. They have rhymed themselves with Harmonicas beatings.In the parlour at Corpses Crescent they seek the script for Miss Amber Littleheads treat.At the Crosshairs in Waterloo they slide into the tunnel and hum the pendulums puzzle.In the classroom without bounds they sense the locked equations.And in the autumn breeze they gather the ingredients.Most certainly in seasons keeps and in cyclical motions. Along with Elder Sooty and Lengthy Just Misty Twig. They joggle the jiggles of times constant passage.Will the winters frost stop them from mixing Miss Ambers sequential treat?Will they swirl in well with the matters?Or will the strings in the barriers prevent them from crossing the membranous borders?