The dark intricacies of loneliness
That many lovers many friends cannot untwine
Sleeplessness beyond drugs
How has the traveler grown so foreign
How retrace the itinerary
To the primal transparency mythical no doubt
Which made visible heart lungs fear and expectation
And made visible the pulsation of the blood
The cartilaginous appendages of an embryo

Moving through the multitude in a plexiglass box
Miracle acrylic that withstands bullets
The surface a miraculously transpicuous mirror
And many in the throng express concern
How are you they ask
And What are you doing in that box
And you answer in the most appalling cliches
Referencing evil clowns vicious bunnies
And exercise apparel that is not what it purports to be
And you wonder why you resorted to irrelevancies

But you know the true cause
You hoped to invoke matters of general interest

But you further know that hope
Is merely a shade or covering or compensation for fear
Appareling anxiety in the logic and the freshness of a dream
When finally you know that you know nothing
About clowns bunnies or apparel
Except insofar as these antic costumes
Conceal and thereby reveal
The lineaments of ungratified desire
Horror in the casket of reflections