To pierce the opaque world of corrupt lies
one needs Private Spectacles of Resonance
which bestows vision to see through dim cant
clothed in comic Harlequin arraignment.
Cruelty surrounds us like a carapace
of crustacean curses curled on lips.
All laws, customs, cultural perceptions
grow sizzling fat over the course of years
like slug wax in the portal of one’s ears
when we wake in blue dawn of the dew’s tears.
We proceed to draw history awkward
with far too much bloated baggage downward.
Those wistful tears burn away in sunlight
when our daylong working project goes right!