Corporate lendings of analytical blendings gone by
But of where do they lie?
They heed not the caustic organizing of leaf-strewn boulders
Nor do they perpetuate long gone
Toils of tantrums left unbeknownst
But, what they’re really after is you
You who dauntingly and unceasingly defy their grants of kindness
Who know nothing of defying what has been given as gone
You who would stop at nothing
Nor break down heaven’s steel doors of dampened bookshelves
But now I have a surprise for you
Its waiting in the doorway of freedom’s left hand
It’s here in front of you and you have not a care
Lifting one hand and dripping of silver
The lost learning of left-lobbed locusts
Have penetrated the ensemble
And dropped numerous names of such
Who have every which way into your heart.
Oh darkened blobs darting onward
Creaking deftly down empty staircases
Do you know who turns the knob
Do you care or have you resigned yourself
To more fruitier outsets yet unknown to your footmen?
It hardly surprises me to the extent
To which you come to me so sadly and gladly
Could you be flashes or remembrances of the future
Or are you really just who you presupposed you were
No one will ever know.