With no general order
Like tea-leaves in a mug.

Then, all was set to rights, regulated,
Cut and trimmed, separated,
Groomed, spruced, straightened-up,
Placed ... policed into shape,
Into class, rate, and grade,
Genus, genre, group ....
Subdivided - list and file,
Species, branch, and root -
‘Til Nature left us everything,
Fine fettle, jimp, and snug,
En regale, and apple-pie ...
Like flowers in a jug.

However - I have prime place -
I go before: I go ahead of
All afore-mentioned things
Preliminary to existence.
Bipeds come next, ensue, follow
In procession behind me.
They are successful pioneers
In the order of progression.
They're foregoers, and voorloopers,
Frontiersmen, and voortrekkers,
Messengers and harbingers ...
The prelude to the train.

And that is that - subject closed.
Yet - with the last cat hung,
The proposition is not cold:
For constant flows the continuum
Parading, filing, marching past
Round the clock; ceaseless rows,
Caravans in cavalcade -
Columns swathing to and fro.

Never interrupted! stopped!
No fitful longo intervallo ...