For the lines of chalked vision present no defects,
From the shimmering of all shown light, regardless
Of the depths within which arise all known effects,
We must stand still and observe the silent derision
And watch supersonic beings who help us to delve
into the minuscule dimensions of keyhole visions.
As power is reduced to every superficial fantasy,
Few dust off the cobwebs that routines of division
Help duly weave for all obedience and conformity.
As the necessity of balance and continuity flows-
Yet such is the transparency of the life we know;
That the eyes are bound by the heart in every way
And every truth is known through subliminal play.