A sorted affair, like the little girl's hair
A libation on information
When you can trust nothing you'll believe anything
Conscious or conscientious? Which? Either?
Break like summer sun through cloudy sky
Or milky puss through broken sty

Wary should we be
That our eyes don't paint the leaves
Here there be monsters
The likes of which I've never seen
Shimmy up and down the stalk
So I may tell you what you've seen

We breathe, we breed, we need to explain
Awake we frighten fosterlings
Adjudicate accessibility
Drown out objectivity
Bleating axioms angrily
To taint with torpid movement the last of man's humanity
The earthworm eats the shit we leave and
Gives it back for us to seed
Who ingests our karmic waste
The kids may play like a snow day
Constructing existential effigies
But, the fires won't go out and now
It's getting difficult to breathe