Yes, and...
We move the story forward
 
The terracotta soldiers are excavated
Secret wheels
 
of the doors
behind doors
 
because the travellers must get on with the thunder
 
Day rolls into night
thin as a paper
 
Soon we are at Moon's edge –
Yes, and...
 
The plot thickens
with carriage suspended in mid-air
 
awakens the long slumber of the book-burning Emperor
 
Yes, and...
A circus ensues –
 
A lost elephant dancing
on top of an orange
 
At last, a tainted quill pen on the desk