glances lead to prancing about

flouting norms that conform

born to advise we chastise those

who seem like they appear dreamlike

in dark nights we feel light

in spite of all that could

baffle we climb the scaffolds

only to swing from rafters

after the chapter closes

bed of roses and other figures

seem to prefigure what we

commodify as it applies

like apples and oranges

upon this we build