It may not be low But it must be equivalent Divisors do know The world is ambivalent * Thus hold up hands With fingers to say Assemble the bands Over bales of hay * Softer the phone Hardened to light Don't pick the tone Figure on spite * Stay with the herd Or lose yourself wild Don't be absurd Or act like a child * Metaphor ages Wrested from creatures No time for sages Impartial to features