Note experientially
what’s turned to aristocracy.
Take life experimentally.
It’s tantamount to anything but heresy.
Oh spareth me
your crown of turk’s cap lilies
threaded into parity.
Of woe is thee!
Wrap thyself in heraldries,
and thousand tiny apathies
and forget wealth disparity
and our growing polarity.
And I might need shock therapy
to fix my own aberrancy,
so I can leave this barren sea
and silence ears to parody,
and burst a second cap’llary
and STOP.

Break circularity.
Falter the errancy.
Come back to Kansas Dorothy,
and sleep.