Travel outward little heroes
Until you reach the dull periphery
That gray frontier of halftones
And what does it profit to wish
For gay color and dancing bendays
You reach a limit denial notwithstanding
Resistant to furtive calculation
While at home there might reside
Seven cats and seven jackals
A sage cross-legged under a fig tree
Here only the buzzing attributes
Properties without object
Inflections without rationale
True you can always summon tech support
But they will require a description
A catalogue more or less comprehensive
Of a state of affairs