Answer:
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
I hide but my head is outside.
Why was the cook arrested?