Mary Faris. (№ 415642)

In the afternoon I am in a wheel of fire, on Halley's Comet, in a chest at the bottom of the deepest sea. I write sheet after sheet, laugh and sigh. I am looking for the only right word for each meaning.
But if - about the perfect evening, it is live jazz, a game in a tricktrack, ice in glasses and long conversations with an equal until the candles burn out.